#Are there separate lists for male and female characters

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Heavenbound AU Masterpost

Alastor Redesign

I've spent an absurd amount of time researching deer, microphones, and 1920s-30s fashion for this. I'm by no means an expert of any of it, but I'm decently confident enough for some fictional depictions.

I'll include some notes under the cut, which does get a little long. I doubt other characters will get this detailed, but Alastor has a lot of design themes and motifs that were a bit too ingrained to remove. Everyone else is either simple in comparison, or much easier to simplify.

Alastor also just catches my interest in ways the others don't.

Design notes (I'll add edits notes as they come, should it be necessary)

My goal was to design him in a way that still felt like the same character, just altering the aspects I thought could be better. So a radical change wasn't what I was going for. That said, I had a logical reason for most of the changes I made.

--Deer-- Quickly, there's some regional terminology to clear up. In Europe, elk often refers to what North Americans call moose. And the NA Elk is sometimes called by an alternate name, "wapiti". I had never heard the term wapiti before researching this. And since I live where NA Elk are native (Rocky Mountain region), I think my terminology takes priority. Alastor would call them elk too. Before anyone says Elk aren't deer; yes they are. The word 'elk' basically means "big deer." They look similar to the Red Deer (Similar looking antlers, but elk are bigger, second only to moose, which are also a species of deer). It used to be believed that elk was a subspecies of Red Deer, but that's apparently been proven false. In NA, there are five main species in the deer/cervid family(listed from smallest to largest): Whitetail, mule deer, caribou/reindeer, elk, and moose.

Deer Sounds If you haven't heard deer sounds, I promise they aren't what you'd expect. Fanfics authors like to describe him making deer noises, but I'm not sure they realize what the sounds are actually like. I'll describe some noises, but search for them on Youtube, for both males and females separately. Using these terms will help you find specific examples. I listened to so many just trying to figure out how to describe them. Snort-They make a huffy blowing sound when alerted or alarmed. Often sounds like a bark. It's basically sounding the alarm. Does often make it when they're being harassed by bucks. Grunts- sounds like a croaky or clicky groan. Sorta like a frog or a pig. Sometimes sounds like cattle's moo. There are casual grunts, curious grunts, frustrated grunts, submissive grunts, low-drawn-out dominance grunts. Bleat- sounds more whiny, sheep-like, and higher pitched than a grunt. But it doesn't sound like a goat or sheep. It's used more by does and fawns. The younger it is, the higher the pitch. Really young fawns will sound like a little meep or maa. Snort Wheeze- sounds like a sniffy huff, followed by extended "F" sound. "sniff sniff Fffffff" There's a lot of air to it. It's basically an insult or challenge. Elk Bugle- much higher pitched than you'd expect from such a large animal. More so than a deer. It's an eerie, high pitched screech. They're basically broadcasting their location, looking for cows. Bulls will bugle back and forth, competing for attention. Elk chuckles and grunts- shorter versions of the bugle. Sounds kinda like monkey hoots. Elk Bark- alarmed or irritated. Sounds like a small dog's bark. Elk Chirps and mews- It reminds me of the curious sounds the dilophosaurus from Jurassic Park made. Or seagulls. They're just chatting.

What deer is he? Based on what I've observed, I don't think he was designed with any specific species in mind. I've seen others say his antler growth is most like elk, but I've found it inconsistent at best. Elk noises are used in the show, but that's because they make a distinct and eerie sound. More impressive than a deer's grunt or snort and wheeze. Personally, I think whitetail makes the most sense for him, since that's the species that would be most prevalent in Louisiana. While I'm basing him primarily off whitetail deer, he is a fictional deer-looking demon man, and doesn't have to perfectly resemble any single species of deer. His bright red color is clearly not realistic, for example. So I will incorporate some aspects of whitetail, mule deer, and elk, since those are the prevalent species in North America. I've given him a whitetail deer tail, but with the white swapped to black. That doesn't make him a blacktail deer, because that is supposedly a subspecies of Mule deer, and the tail does not look like what I am going for. Mule deer have proportionately large ears, and so does Alastor. Fans like to think they're soft and fluffy, but they aren't. I have felt deer hide, and it is NOT soft. I doubt it would be significantly different on live deer. Especially if it's anything like goats or cows(not even sheep are as soft as you'd expect). Deer ears are not positioned as low on the head as domestic livestock, but they aren't directly on top either. I wanted to maintain the upright position, because he didn't quite look right otherwise. I think I managed to get a decent balance. When he's particularly relaxed, his ears aren't as upright, but he rarely lets himself put his guard down like that. So it's basically just when he sleeps that they relax. His antler growth will vary based on a few different factors. When he is feeling confident and composed, the growth will be more typical to either of the three species. Whitetail or mule deer antlers will be more elegant, while elk antlers will be more intimidating due to the sheer size. But the more emotionally/mentally unhinged he gets(anger, fear, desperation, etc), the more nontypical his antlers will become. Which means there will be extra points in abnormal patterns. It's basically an indicator that he's not quite in control. He hates how it basically announces that, but very few people know that detail.

Anyway, here are a few references

--Life and Death-- For simplicity and easy math, I'm putting his birthday around 1900, give or take a year. He died 1933, which means he was around 32-34. Not very old, but not super young either. Lots of fans headcanon that he's biracial. Usually with a black Creole mom and white dad. His dad is often portrayed as abusive. Alastor is often thought to be fluent in French(Creole French). I want to propose an alternative. His mom is half-black half-white, his dad is white, and Alastor is consequently a quarter black. He is distinctly white-passing. He knows some Creole French, but is not fluent. I just think this could make for some interesting dynamics. Just to shake things up, his parents cared about each other and his dad wasn't abusive. But his father died in WW1, when Alastor was a teen. Instead, his uncle(father's brother) was racist and abusive towards them. Without his dad around to fend off the abuse, Alastor ended up killing his uncle in self defense and dumped the body in the woods/swamp/bayou. He had no remorse, and was rather enamored by the experience. Alastor always struggled with empathy. He was the type of kid to kill animals out of curiosity, and was fascinated by it. He felt more alive when watching the life fade from their eyes. His dad taught him to hunt, and he enjoyed the thrill of catching prey. A big part of hunting is understanding the prey's behavior and manipulating them. His parents taught him not to hurt other people, but after killing his uncle that went out the window. He justified it by "hunting" people he decided deserved it, in some twisted sense of vigilante justice. Really, he was just looking for an excuse. He primarily used guns(rifles for a clean kill, shotgun for efficiency, pistols "just in case" an unexpected opportunity presents itself) and knives for a real hands on experience. But in the end, if it got the job done, it could be used. He dabbled in magic and demonic deals while he was alive. He has a pop-culture-voodoo aesthetic, such as dolls that are connected to people and such. But I won't refer to it as voodoo, because I don't want to misrepresent actual voodoo. I will just call it shadow magic and be making up my own rules. More on it later. Radio was a comparatively mundane part of his life. It was his more relaxing pastime. He'd broadcast anything he liked. News, gossip, music, jokes, whatever. He could talk for hours, and his charisma was captivating to listeners. He did live shows too. An open mic was free game. While not aiming to be a musician, he was a decent pianist. He liked saxophone too. He preferred to dance though, and not many could keep up with him, even after some whiskey or rye. He died after being attacked by a rabid dog. He survived the attack, but contracted rabies, which there is no cure for. It attacks the central nervous system and fries the brain. Once symptoms appear, it's a death sentence. He went mad, and a fellow hunter put him out of his misery by shooting him in the head. He thinks it's an embarrassing way to die, so he's told a few alternate stories, sometimes with a grain of truth. He's amused by the gossip and speculation. Nobody knows the true story. These stories include the usual headcanons floating around. Let me explain why I don't like the usual death headcanons Mauled by hunting dogs- Hunting dogs are not supposed to kill the prey, just help the hunter find and catch them. A hunting dog that bites the prey might spoil the meat. To have a whole pack do that means those are horribly trained dogs. I don't buy it. Mistaken for a deer and shot by a hunter- Hunters should not shoot anything if they aren't certain of what it is. Otherwise they risk shooting something they don't have a permit for. At minimum, they should be checking to be sure they are aiming at a buck or a doe. To mistakenly kill a person is absurd. Also, to hit perfectly in the center of the forehead?? That had to have been intentional.

He started killing overlords partly because he could, and partly because they meet his criteria for "deserving it". He remained anonymous about it at first for a few reasons: 1. it was how he worked as a serial killer in life. 2. He enjoyed the thrill of the hunt and getting away without getting caught. 3. Watching everyone panic about the mysterious overlord killer while totally unaware it was him(seemingly unassuming) was amusing. Eventually, the novelty of anonymity wore off(partly because there weren't many consequences to getting caught like there would be in life) and he revealed himself as the mystery killer. Then he enjoyed the reputation and Overlord status. Eventually, being feared bored him too. So now he has to find some new games to play, which is where the Hazbin Hotel comes in.

--Fashion:1920s-30s-- Clothes: Men's outfits typically consisted of a shirt, waistcoat/vest, jacket, trousers with belt or suspenders, and potentially an overcoat if weather permits. If it was cold, I think he'd wear a black overcoat, to reference his earlier designs. I had to shorten the jacket a smidge, because they usually wouldn't be as long as in canon. Unless that's supposed to be his overcoat(in which case it shouldn't be so form fitting) The jacket lapels would generally be pretty wide. The pant legs would also be wide. Some of the pant styles could get rather absurd by todays standards. The basic idea was loose and boxy. The jacket, vest, and pants would be the same color if it could be afforded. But for the sake of visual interest, I've decided to ignore that. Neckties were more common than bowties. But that's more just an excuse for me to reduce the ridiculous number of bowties the show has. Belts were starting to become prevalent, especially in America. Since my research indicated that hunting clothes would use belts, never suspenders, I figured Alastor would favor belts. While hunting, he'd were a buffalo plaid shirt, a hunting cap, and some silly looking pants that were wide at the thighs, reinforcement around the seat and knees, and tight from the knee down, with either boots, gaiters(a shoe/calf cover to help keep clothes clean, similar to spats), or puttees(leg wraps that do the same thing, as well as provide support).

Monocles were used as a portable option for reading glasses, and not worn constantly. They were used to correct farsightedness, not nearsightedness. But they were fading in popularity, in part due to the association with prominent German leaders during WW1. Basically, I don't think the monocle suited Alastor.

Hair: I headcanon that his hair is actually fur. And as I said earlier, deer fur is not soft. It's pretty coarse and wiry. He probably sheds a lot too. His canon haircut is atrocious, so I had to fix it. The look of the time was short sides, long top, and slicked with styling wax. I've styled his hair in what I think would be the closest approximation to 1920s-30s fashion he could manage. Since it's fur, I don't think the wax would do a whole lot for him. He makes do with an approximation of a tousle top, which is basically minimal wax and slightly disheveled. Facial hair was not really in style in the 20s, due to the availability of razors. Cleanshaven was the ideal, especially in America. If a man did sport a mustache, it would be something neatly trimmed, like a pencil mustache. (I'm not totally sold on how I've done his hair in the below image. I may add some wave to it later. Also, don't mind his gun, I just didn't feel like drawing it properly.)

--Microphones-- I think Alastor would actually stay pretty up to date with a lot of things. But most people don't really realize it because he commits to his aesthetic. In regards to technology, if it has improved functionality, and fits his vintage style, he'll go for it. For microphones, he can summon whatever kind he wants. There are a variety of styles and types to choose from. I don't have any practical experience, but I did try to figure it out to a degree. There are three basic types he'd use, and they can look vintage just fine. Dynamic/moving coil: these are durable and less sensitive to background noise. It's the only one you can trust to survive a mic drop. Good for stage. Probably what he'd take out and about, because of the durability. Condenser: sensitive to sounds and capturing detail. Good for recording. Requires some extra equipment to prevent self-noise. Ribbon: Produces natural, smooth, warm sounds. Common in vintage mics. Probably Alastor's favorite, but they're fragile. Pop filters and wind guards help protect it from pressure changes.

--Color-- I tweaked the colors so he wasn't so overwhelmingly bright red. Overall just darkened his palette. His hair is a warmer shade of red than his suit. I also didn't think the green magic suited him. So his magic is more in the red to yellow range, because it matches his eyes and teeth(which glow, btw). Green will be an indication of either something poisoning his magic, or it's a borrowed power. I haven't fully committed to just one, and it might depend on what direction canon takes with his soul owner.

--Magic-- His stitching is an indicator that he's not really as composed as he seems. He's always a few threads away from tearing apart, but when he does he can always pull himself together again. He's in constant pain, but has also become so accustomed to it that he hardly notices anymore. I think he stitched his smile on himself. He wants to be smiling, and sewing it in place is how he can assure it never slips. It's part of his pseudo-voodoo aesthetic. Alastor was known to make overlords disappear, which shouldn't be possible without angelic weapons. But few people knew about angelic weapons before the show(himself included, I'm pretty sure). So I was left to ponder what he could have done to make victims disappear. I'm thinking the little shadow puppet gremlin creatures are the tattered remains of souls he's torn apart. I don't want to refer to them as voodoo dolls, so they will either be called variations of shadow puppets or gremlins. He usually offers fair deals, with or without a soul contract. Souls he owns--like Husk and Niffty--are added to his collection of minions, each minion has a gremlin that represents their contracts with him. But there are some that Alastor feels don't deserve fair treatment, so he tears those souls apart to broadcast their screams of eternal torment, then claims the remains of the tattered souls(whether he had a contract with them or not) and stitches them up into the shadow puppets. That way, they don't regenerate. Husk was lucky Alastor liked him, and offered a deal instead of just tearing him apart. Again, I don't want to misrepresent actual voodoo. So at most, it would be a corrupt version mixed with various pagan witchcrafts. It will just be referred to as either generic magic or shadow magic. If I need spooky symbols, I'll just make up my own. It will probably involve X shapes, to match his death mark. He became a powerful demon so quickly because he's clever, ruthless, and dabbled in magic in life, and was making demonic deals in life. Already having deals and practicing shadow magic gave him a significant boost once he died.

Some examples of his shadow puppet gremlins, plus his personal shadow buddy, which may or may not be the gremlin that represents himself:

--Wendigo-- No, I don't think he'd a wendigo. I personally don't think he was a cannibal while he was alive. He was a hunter who enjoyed the thrill of the hunt and liked venison(deer meat). The people he killed would be those he found disgusting, so I doubt he would have wanted to eat them even if he was so inclined. After death, he became venison himself, which can be perceived as cannibalism, I guess. He was cursed with insatiable hunger, which prompted him to branch out to more cannibalism from desperation. He still favors venison, which gets the closest to satisfying his hunger. Being dead has made him less concerned about cleanliness and hygiene, except when it affects the image he wants to portray. Then he became acquainted with Rosie, who was a cannibal in life. None of this makes him a wendigo. The concept of a man-eating monster or cannibalism isn't exactly unique, and I don't see a reason to apply that specific term to him. The original mythology of the wendigo does not include an antlered creature. I'm pretty sure that was more of a pop-culture addition during the 1900s. They're also more common further north where there are colder winters. Most descriptions say they are essentially ashen-skinned, emaciated-looking people(look at the game Until Dawn for a good example of that). Coincidentally more similar to the people of Cannibal Town. I doubt that was intentional, but the resemblance is still there. If any character was a wendigo, it would be Rosie. But I don't intend to explicitly make her one either.

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The Top 10 Hottest Fictional Characters in the World: Sizzling Sensations

Hottest Fictional Characters: Dive into the world of make-believe as we uncover the top 10 hottest fictional characters who set our hearts racing and our imaginations on fire. There’s no denying the power of well-written Hottest Fictional Characters. Whether they exist in the realm of literature, movies, or television shows, these characters captivate our hearts and minds, often leaving us…

[femsolid]

Male celebrities who've attacked women.

an endless list

Shia Labeouf (Actor)

Has sexually assaulted, verbally abused and harassed several women. Strangled his ex. Shot a dog to "get in character for a movie". Has cheated on every girlfriend he's ever had and knowingly given them STDs.

Elvis Presley (Singer)

Has sexually assaulted several underage girls (as young as 14) and married one of them. A woman his own age was deemed "too old for him". He only wanted to have sex with virgin girls. When his young wife told him she didn't love him anymore and wanted separation, he became violent and raped her.

Dustin Hoffman (actor)

Has sexually harassed and assaulted mutliple women including a minor.

There's always more...

Cuba Jr Gooding (actor)

Has raped multiple women and no less than 30 women have come forward accusing him of sexual asssault.

Mel Gibson (actor, director)

Beat his wife.

Jared Leto (Singer,actor)

Has sexually harassed and raped several uderage girls.

Roman Polanski (Director, actor)

Has raped multiple women and children. Has admitted to drugging and raping a 13 years old then fled to France to escape justice. People still work with him and he's still receiving awards.

Armie Hammer (Actor)

Ben Affleck (actor, director)

Has raped multiple women and violently assaulted them. Sent a series of texts to his ex saying he was masturbating while picturing himself breaking her bones. Actor Robert Downey Jr has paid for his "rehab" and offered him to live in one of his houses.

Has sexually assaulted several women.

Casey Affleck (actor)

Has sexually harassed and assaulted several women.

Gerard Depardieu (Actor)

Has sexually harassed, abused or raped at least 13 women and is currently being investigated for it. Was shown, in a documentary, sexually harassing every woman he would come across. In the same documentary, he also made repeated sexual remarks about a little girl.

Snoop Dogg (Rapper)

Used to be a human trafficker driving around with a van full of girls he would sell to men, sometimes to a whole athlete team. He claimed he could have sex with any of the prostituted women he owned anytime he wanted. He was married at the time. He wrote multiple rap songs about beating up women to make sure we're kept under control, calling us sexist slurs. He was recently accused of sexual assault by multiple back up dancers.

Charlie Chaplin (actor)

Raped a child and got her pregnant. Later at the age of 48 he married a 18 years old girl.

There's always more...

David Bowie (singer)

Raped a 15 years old girl when he was 25 and committed statutory rape on a 14 years old when he was 17. He's been well known for preying on minors well into his 40s, including two 16 years old girls he took home one night. According to one of the victims, to groom them into a threesome he put his song "let's dance" on, got naked and danced, then told the girls to get naked and dance with him. They did, and he raped one of them. The other refused to participate as she was a virgin and didn't want her first time to be meaningless.

Jack Nicholson

After raping 2 prostituted women he refused to pay them. He beat them up and tried to kill one who ended up at the hospital. She pressed charges.

Donald Trump (US president)

Has sexually harassed and assaulted multiple women.

Vincent Van Gogh (painter)

Has harassed and assaulted multiple women, even following them home. A petition was therefore created by the locals to have him removed from the community and put in a hospital.

Sylvester Stallone (actor)

Raped a 16 years old girl.

James Franco (actor)

Has sexually harassed and assaulted multiple women and a minor. He would use his "acting lessons" and classes to manipulate his female students into doing sexual things.

Chris Brown (singer)

Beat his partner and raped another woman.

Freud (psychoanalyst)

Has facillitated the sexual abuse and rape of his female patients, some were children, protected rapists and participated in the disfigurment of a female patient in particular. He claimed his reluctant female patients were hysterical, lesbians and witches.

Marlon Brando (actor) and Bernardo Bertolucci (director)

Both raped an actress on set.

There's always more...

Dominique Strauss-Kahn (politician, formally head of the monetary fund)

Has sexually harassed multiple women and raped a roomkeeper at the hotel he was staying in.

Johnny Depp (actor)

Has been arrested multiple times for violence. Has raped and beaten his ex wife and called her a whore (among other things), notably commenting on the "fishy" smell of her vulva and writing about how he wants to kill and rape her to death.

Emile Hirsche (actor)

Assaulted a female collegue. She was a film executive and he strangled her before throwing her to the ground.

Woody Allen (director)

Has assaulted and raped multiple women, including his adoptive daughter who was 7. People still work with him and he's still receiving awards.

Cee Lo Green (singer)

Has raped a woman and explained on twitter that it wasn't rape, because "if the woman is unconscious it implies consent".

Nicholas Cage (actor)

Beat his wife.

Terrence Howard (actor)

Beat his wife and threatened to kill another woman.

Tupac (rapper)

Raped a woman.

Luc Besson (director)

Married a 16 years old girl and beat her. Raped another woman and sexually harassed several others. Despite this, many famous actors still work for him.

There's always more...

Ike Turner (musician)

Beat his wife.

Mike Tyson (boxer)

Beat his wife and raped a woman (was even convicted for it, yet he remains beloved celebrity.)

Sean Penn (actor)

Beat his wife.

Tariq Ramadan (theologist)

Has raped and sexually harassed multiple women.

Morgan Freeman (actor)

Has sexually harassed at least 15 women.

Charlie Sheen (actor)

Beat his wife.

Nelly (singer)

Has raped and sexually assaulted several women.

Steven Seagal (actor)

Beat his wife. Sexually assaulted several female collegues.

Mickey Rourke (actor)

Beat his wife.

There's always more...

Slash (musician)

Beat his wife.

Louis C.K (comedian)

Has sexually harassed multiple women.

Christian Slater (actor)

Beat his wife.

Victor Hugo (poet)

Raped prostituted women on the regular and was abusing his wife.

Quentin Tarantino (director)

Has sexually harassed multiple women and protected several rapists.

When discussing what Roman Polanski did (drugging and sodomizing a 13 years old girl) Tarantino said it wasn't rape, that the child wanted it, that the child was Polanski's girlfriend, that an actual rape is violent and that this one wasn't. When the radio hosts told him that the girl was clear about not wanting any of what happened, Tarantino responded that her interfering mother had coached her to say that.

Yanni (musician)

Beat his wife.

Michael Douglas (actor)

Sexually harassed a woman.

Josh Brolin (actor)

Beat his wife.

Cristiano Ronaldo (footballer)

Raped a woman and admitted doing it. No one cares.

There's always more...

R Kelly (singer)

Raped and tortured many, many girls.

Franck Ribéry, Karim Benzema et Sidney Govou (footballers)

Acted as pimps and sexually exploited a minor.

Joe Biden (USA president)

Has sexually harassed several women and girls.

Seal (singer)

Has sexually assaulted a woman.

Julian Assange (whistleblower)

Has raped multiple women. Assange has written about his obsession with impregnating virgin women and he has alread impregnated several women (who are now single mothers). The rapes he's accused of all involved him trying to impregnate the women without their kowing. He is a fervant anti-feminist and racist. He's still supported by most of the left and celebrated as a hero.

Michael Fassbender (actor)

Assaulted his ex multiple times. One time he threw her and dragged her alongside their car. Her injuries included a swollen ankle, a burst ovarian cyst, a broken nose, and a blown out kneecap.

Oscar Pistorius (athlete)

While his wife had taken refuge in the bathroom he shot 4 times through the door with a gun, effectively killing her. He'll be out of prison next year after spending 10 years behind bars.

Morgan Ciprès (figure skater)

Sexually harassed a 13 years old via messaging.

Has sexually harassed multiple women.

Joaquin Phoenix (actor)

Kurt Cobain (singer)

Tried to rape a mentally disabled girl, a "retard" as he'd say, but gave up because her "vagina" smelled too bad. Later the girl's father came to find him and screamed that he had taken advantage of his daughter. Cobain was therefore nicknamed the "retard fucker" by his classmates.

There's always more...

But I'm tired.

[satzumosupremacy]

Lessons

Male reader x Miyeon

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Tags: Smut, Moderate kinks, Dirty talk, kind of edited—kind of not 

Being an A-list actor—you can take on any role in a drama series at such a young age, be praised by many people and others in the field, and win awards—paid off with your commitment. You pick your own roles to your likings without worries.

It was no different this time—a romantic action and revenge drama in which you decided to take a role. News articles circulate about you, building anticipation among many fans and critics. You were in the spotlight, waiting to please many fans again with your acting. Until one day, you become the center of attention with someone taking the movie's female lead. 

It was none other than Miyeon, an idol and actress. You were surprised at her taking on the role as you read how her character is. It’s not an easy job for her with her acting career; as much as you respect the people working with you, her time in the acting industry wasn’t much. You call the director, worried if she can perform to their expectations. 

"Is Miyeon okay to take on her character as the main female lead?" 

"She’s willing to work hard, believe in her, and help her out." 

"I’m worried about the ratings; I’m worried that people will bash her acting if she somehow doesn’t perform like the viewers wanted." 

"That’s why we have you to guide her. We can talk at the table reading."

"Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow." You hang up and go to sleep for the table reading tomorrow. 

The next day, you get up at nine in the morning and head out to the building after twenty minutes. You get in the room; Miyeon's the first one there with her manager. She stands up and greets you, and you greet her back. It’s your first time meeting her. 

“I’m Miyeon, please take care of me. I’m a fan of you.” She smiles at you.

"Nice to meet you; it’s my first time meeting you." She scoots a chair for you, and you sit beside her. She sits there in silence, nervous about your presence in the room. Another colleague of yours walks into the room, greeting the both of you. After a couple of minutes, everyone is seated with the director. You read your lines, and so did everyone else who has a role in the drama. It takes three hours for everyone to read some of the lines from the beginning of the drama and give suggestions on how it should be played. Everyone starts to leave until the director pulls you and Miyeon to the side. 

"There will be kissing and intimate scenes later on in the drama; I just want to point that out." It doesn’t faze you, while Miyeon looks nervous. You don’t give attention to her, knowing any industry will be harsh if you don’t commit. You learn it the hard way, thinking it’s best for her to receive it this way if she wants to become an irreplaceable actress. 

You shoot your beginning scenes separately until your character crosses paths with Miyeon. It becomes a month later, crossing paths with her, all bruised and bleeding with your action scene. Miyeon’s acting is fairly good compared to your expectations, as she plays her character. The director pulls you off to shoot Miyeon’s solo scene for a while. She acts according to the director’s desire. You study her acting, pleasantly nodding at how well she acts. The director calls you up again. 

"Lay on the ground with your shirt covering the small blood pouch." Miyeon knew her scene for this as soon as the camera starts rolling. She gets down on her knees, crying and weeping from seeing you lying on the ground with the amount of blood you are losing. You see how beautiful she is as Miyeon gets closer to your face and cries. You get transferred on the stretcher while she is getting dragged away, her voice being faint as you get on the stretcher to end the scene. 

"Cut, that was perfect! Let’s wrap it up for today and shoot the hospital scene tomorrow." 

It’s now the next day to shoot the hospital scene, and after the hospital, you get discharged to Miyeon’s house in the drama. You lay on the couch without the director telling you if he improvised the scene. He hits the slate—cameras in action. She wipes your neck with a wet towel, and your character’s feelings developed for her after taking care of you in the hospital. 

“Can you stop seeking revenge and live a normal life?” She acted out her scene.

“I don’t want to live a life full of regrets.”

She sheds tears as the camera focuses on her. "I don’t want to see you get hurt anymore." She touches your face, leans closer, and gives you a kiss. You get into your character and kiss her more with your hand on her nape. She blushes without you knowing. 

"Cut! One more take." She breaks the kiss, and you see how red she has gotten. Miyeon’s face was too red for the director’s liking. You and Miyeon shot the scene another three times. The director isn’t so pleased with her; you saw how displeased he was after four tries and walks to him. 

"I think she needs some time today; she’s doing good, except for the kissing scene. Let’s shoot it next week?" 

"Yeah, that sounds okay; I’ll see you next week." Everyone starts to slowly pack the cameras and screens, heading back to the van. You see Miyeon with her manager, and you go to Miyeon. 

“Can I talk to Miyeon for a bit?” You asked her manager and nods to you.

“Miyeon, just think of it as a simple kiss from me.”

“Can I have your number?”

"Yeah, sure."  You gave her your number. 

“I think I’ll head home now, thanks.”

Miyeon is embarrassed by how poorly she thought she performed. She gets up and heads out of the set. You walk to your manager and start heading out, thanking everyone for their work today. You get home after an hour and get a text from Miyeon telling you to meet her at her house tomorrow. You text her, and she gives you her address. You get flustered, knowing she’s an idol and not wanting to hurt your career along with hers. You accept her invitation to do whatever she needs you for. 

It’s now the next day, and you get ready to go to Miyeon by yourself in your own car. You get to her place, and you knock on her door. Miyeon opens the door shyly. She smiles, and you smile back while she guides you into her house and then sits on the couch. 

“Can I ask you a favor?” She shyly asked to you.

“What is it?”

“Can we kiss? I want the scene to be perfect.”

You get flustered by her favor. She quietly stares at you for an answer.

“Miyeon” you paused for a second. “I think this is too far.”

“I never had this much intimacy for a scene. May you help me?”

You know the series would be a mess if she didn’t act accordingly to the fans' and directors' liking. She grabs your hand with hers and begs you. 

“Do you want to actually do the scene right on this couch?” You asked her.

“Yes.”

You sit on the couch and she brings a wet towel, acting like she’s on set.

“Can you stop seeking revenge and live a normal life?”

“I don’t want to live a life full of regrets.”

"I don’t want to see you get hurt anymore." She touches your face, leans closer, and gives you a kiss. You hold her nape and feel her tongue; she drops the towel and places her hands on your cheeks. You feel her arching as the kiss gets more intimate than you thought it would. She wasn’t much of a good kisser, but the aura she has makes you kiss her more, as you can only hear her breathing and kissing you romantically. You snap out of the distraction, and Miyeon is still holding onto your cheeks as she looks at you. Her eyes are so pretty, making you speechless. 

“I’m sorry, I got carried away.” She apologized to you.

“Miyeon, your face is very red.”

“Can we try again please, just the kissing scene.”

You start wondering if she’s just being sly or actually wanting to perfect this scene.

“Settle down until your ready, your face is still glowing red.”

She gets up, “you want some water?”

“Sure.”

She walks to the kitchen; you see the way she was dressed, showing her ass cheeks as she walks. You start wondering why she’s wearing this with you in her house. She gets a cold bottle of water and walks back. You can see her nipples through her white shirt; you didn’t notice the way she was wearing at the start. You hesitate, wondering if this is something you’re willing to help her with. She sits down close to you and fixes her hair. 

“Take two?” She kindly asked.

“Take two.”

She leans in slowly and her lips touch yours. It soon becomes a French kiss, like the director wanted it to. You grab her nape, and she slowly gets on top of you, distracted from her kiss. She moans quietly and arches her back slowly. 

“Miyeon.”

She doesn’t answer; you think she doesn’t want to act out the scene at this point. She breaks the kiss from you.

“I have to tell you something.” She said.

“What is it?”

“I… I like you a lot.”

“I understand you like me as a fan, but the scene isn’t suppose to be this romantic.”

“Not as a fan, but as a woman.” She gets shy with her face glowing red.

You get flustered knowing she’s beautiful, but you have no feelings for her. 

“Miyeon.”

���Yes?”

“Is this why you asked me to come over?”

“I’m sorry, you’re such a great kisser. I thought about you all night.”

You don’t want to say anything bad to her as a colleague. “What is it that you really want from me, Miyeon.”

"There is a sex scene near the ending." You get surprised by her comment; you haven’t even read that far yet, but she did. "I’m not experienced with sex that much. The director might cut me from this role." 

“Miyeon, I’m sorry but I’m just a colleague of yours.”

"Well, you are getting hard as I sit on you." Her words took you by surprise; you didn’t even realize your cock had become hard. "Your words may be different from what your body says." She spoke in a seductive tone, and you hesitate if you would actually help her with the sex scene. "Listen, help me out, okay? I really don’t want to be cut from the role; I don’t want people to talk bad about me, please." 

You stare at her begging you, and she gets on her knees. You feel bad as a colleague if you left her alone in this harsh industry. You look at her from a different perspective—as a beautiful person with a kind personality that people love. You decide to give her a chance to make up for her flaws. 

“Miyeon, I’ll help you.”

“Can we kiss?”

“Sure.”

She gets on top of you and feel her warmth between her legs, she was getting turned on just from you. She gives you a kiss, then turns into a French kiss and you hold her sides, slowly up to her arms as she places her arms on your shoulders. Miyeon moans, being touched by you romantically. She grinds slowly on your cock as she glues her lips with yours. Miyeon arches her back and you lock her in from the back. She gives you a slight quiet laugh.

“Fuck, you can handle me so gently.”

“I can handle you in a different way if you’re curious.”

“Let’s go to my bed.”

You realize you drop your honorifics along with her. She turns you on as she gets more aroused for you and walk to her bed. You sit on the bed and she strips in front of you. She turns around, showing her body and laughing. You take your shirt and pants off for her.

“Fuck” She gulps looking at your cock.

“You’re body is amazing, Miyeon.”

“I could say the same. May I get on top of you?”

“You may, princess.”

“Ahh, you know my nickname.” She gives you a kiss and inserts your cock in her. You feel how tight she is and grunt quietly.

“You love how tight and wet I am for you?”

“Yes I do, Miyeon.”

“Call me princess when we are alone together, you turn me on ever since the hospital scene.”

“I always wondered how different you can be, princess.”

“Fuck, that’s so hot of you thinking about me.”

She slowly grinds on your cock, leaning in to kiss you and hold her neck. She moans harder at you choking her.

“You turn me on so much.” Miyeon said

“Show me a different side of you, princess.”

She gets up and rides your cock faster. Your body sinks into her bedsheets as your body collides with her. Miyeon moans louder; covering her mouth and tilting her head backward. You rub her clit as she starts to scream into her mouth. She comes back down to kiss you aggressively, her lips are perfect for kissing and wondered how perfect it is for your cock.

“Miyeon, want a taste?”

She quickly releases your cock from her and gets on all fours to suck you off. You sit up, seeing her wonderful ass with her toned back. You grab her tits and gave them a feel, softly squeezing them and caressing her tits. You grab her hair to give her some room to suck you off. Miyeon gags, cleaning her saliva and helping herself for more.

“You’re not even bad at sex, Miyeon.” You speculate her choices, thinking she’s taking advantage of you. She releases her mouth and catches her breath.

“Okay, you got me.”

“Was sex the only thing you wanted from me, Cho Miyeon?”

“I’m sorry, but I really want you.”

“So, how can you blush that much to my kiss?”

“I’d admit, you’re hot, and you can kiss.”

“I’d admit, you’re a beautiful woman, but I don’t have feelings for you, Miyeon. Why did you take it this far just to have me in your bed?”

She pauses, staring at you with guilt. “Can we just be fuck buddies at the very least? This can be our secret, you’re such a perfect man.”

“There are many men in this industry who can fulfill your horny needs, not just me, Miyeon. I’m done.” You get up and dress yourself as she watches you.

“Remember me saying I have feelings for you?”

You pause, forgetting she said that earlier. “What does having sex have to do with that?” You turn cold to her. She presses her lips and bite them from your harsh comment.

“I’m very sorry. I couldn’t help it.”

You don’t answer her and storm out her house, realizing you have to put up with her for the drama. Going back home, you call your manager.

“Is it too late to drop out of this drama?”

“Wait, why, don’t, didn’t you like this?”

“I don’t know, a slight change of heart.”

“I’ll let the company know, for now it’s only a maybe.”

“Okay, just calling to ask.”

“Alright, I’ll call you back later, bye.”

You hang up the phone and drive back home. Miyeon was still on her bed, looking at the bedsheets you were laying on, realizing she messed up big time with you being an A-list celebrity that can potentially put dirt on her name more than she can put on yours. She wipes her tears, feeling guilty for taking advantage of you for her needs. She calls you and you block her phone at the traffic light on the way home. She becomes devastated, potentially messing up her career and think of ways to gain back both of your chemistry in the drama.

You get home and quickly lay on the couch; turning on the tv. You think back about her, knowing you were cold to her. You decide to clean the house to distract yourself, and a few hours later, your manager calls you.

“Um, the media found out that you’re thinking of dropping out from the drama.”

“It’s not a surprise."

“The director might call you if he sees the news.”

"I'll assure him, dont worry."

You hang up and search the internet, seeing people comment and worried about why you’re dropping out. You decide to stay and think for the better of gaining more attraction towards the series with that small speculation; putting up for Miyeon as a small chapter in your career.

It’s now the day of the house scene—a retake scene. The first two episodes aired, and look at the comments. Some of the viewers love the chemistry between you and Miyeon—little did they know what was happening behind the scenes. You haven’t contacted Miyeon since. You arrive on the scene and see her with a box of goodies to make up for the conflict between you and her. 

“Can I have a word with you at the corner?”

“Sure”

“Here you go, I’m very sorry about what I did, please forgive. Can we please bring back the chemistry we have together?”

“We’ll see.”

“How can I make it up for you?”

“If you really want, try and figure it out.”

You leave her as she stands at the corner, the director sees a small conflict and comes to you.

“Is there a conflict between you and Miyeon?”

“Just a small one, don’t worry.”

“Okay then.” The director speculates. “Camera will be rolling in three minutes!” The director said on the megaphone.

You get on the couch, and Miyeon sits beside you, ready for the scene. She takes a glance at you, and as you look back, she turns around towards the camera. You stare at her in a cold way, waiting for her to look at you again. You hear the slate clap, and the camera starts rolling as she looks back to see you staring at her. She gets nervous, and you go into your acting. Miyeon becomes in awe, seeing how professional you can get within seconds. 

The scene took two tries, with the director happy to finish it. The camera crew packs up for the next location. The filming took another seven hours, ending with your action scene at night with Miyeon. 

“You did great today, Miyeon.” She smiles as you assure her.

"Thank you; you did great too." She gives you her hand to clap, and you clap her hand. "Want to get some barbecue? We can take our managers and crew along." 

“Sure”

You gather anyone who wants barbecue and head to the restaurant. Sitting at the table, Miyeon is across from you at the end of the table. She grabs a soju bottle and pours you a shot along with her.

"Cheers!" She said it to you, smiling. Everyone that came felt like only you and Miyeon were separated in your own worlds together. The crew and managers were laughing, eating, and drinking. 

"Cheers, Miyeon." You said nonchalantly to her. You pour her a shot out of respect as a senior colleague. She gets shy from you pouring her a shot. It was two hours in, drinking with Miyeon and everyone that joined. You head to the bathroom as an excuse to pay the bill for everyone without them knowing. You come back to the table, seeing Miyeon swaying from almost being drunk. You look at her manager; she was still sober enough to drive Miyeon home. Suddenly, Miyeon gets up, and you look at her walking towards the front to pay the bill. 

“It was already paid.” She looks at the worker; confused.

“Who”

The worker whispers your name to her, Miyeon walks back and sits down. “Thank you for paying.”

"Yea, no problem." Some of the camera crew starts to leave, knowing you paid the bill, and thanked you. A few minutes later, it was just you, Miyeon, her manager, and the director. 

"It’s getting late; I’ll head out. Thanks for paying." The director said to you and heads out. 

"You can leave; I’ll take Miyeon." Her manager said to you. 

"No, he’ll take me home." Miyeon interrupted. You get flustered, wondering how drunk she is. 

"Miyeon, you’re drunk; let’s go." Her manager said.

"No, I’m not." You and her manager clearly see how red she is. Miyeon’s manager looks at you. 

“Are you okay to take her home?” Her manager asked you.

"If that’s what she wants, then you can go; I can take care of her." 

"Alright, see you at the next set." She waves at you, and you wave back. You look at Miyeon with her face leaning on her arms on the table. 

“Miyeon, let’s go.” She smiles at you and gets up.

"Can you hold my hand in case I fall?" She said. You hold her hands and head to your car. You open the door for her, head to the driver's seat, and drive back to her house. 

"You know, I was wrong, but my feelings for you are still the same." She said it while looking out over the bridge that you’re driving on. 

“It’s okay, Miyeon.” She looks at you, knowing she’s not enough for you. Miyeon looks out the window again with the windows down.

“Was this what you meant by making up for me with food?”

“Maybe”

You wonder if she has feelings for your character or your actual self. "Are you having feelings for me or my character?" 

She gets puzzled, wondering if she actually fell for you playing your own character. You glance at her; she's looking down at her legs. "I-I really don’t know." She gets sober quickly with the wind blowing in her face. "Can we at least fuck tonight? You haven’t declined to be a fuck buddy with me."  

“Is this how you want to make up to me?” You teased her.

"Maybe." She teases you. "So what’s your answer? You’ve been working hard. I want to give you something special." 

“You promise to keep this dirty little secret with me, Miyeon?”

"Oh, I will." She grabs your hand and makes you touch her tits. "Don’t they feel good? I know people stare at them secretly when I wear a push-up." 

“Your tits are amazing.”

“It’s more amazing when I’m naked with you in bed. ”

“Dirty little princess, I know how fragile you are.”

“Ruin me.”

“Your mouth needs a lesson, princess. Should I clean that dirty mouth with something?”

"I’d fucking love it—teach me a lesson." 

“You’re dirty, Miyeon.” You laugh at her.

“I know I am, that’s why I want you in my bed. Only someone like you can handle me.” She guides your hands, digging into her panties and feeling how wet she got from the dirty talking.

“Seems like someone’s horny.”

“You have your way with words. I love how you talk dirty to me.” She laughs and releases your hands. You lick your fingers, tasting her wet pussy.

“You taste amazing, Miyeon.”

“Stay with me for the night.”

“We’ll see about that, princess.”

“Fuck, you turn me on so much just by calling me princess.”

You get to her house and look outside in case people catch you and Miyeon. It’s clear—you get out, opening the door for Miyeon also. Miyeon opens her house door, then closes it as soon as you both get in. You pin her to the wall, kissing her neck as she tilts to the side. She moans softly, and you dig into her panties, rubbing her clit as soon as you feel her folds. Miyeon breathes harder, and her tits mash onto your chest. Her legs jerk as you finger her, and she slowly squats down—a good position to make her cum hard to your desire. 

“Want me to make you cum?”

“Fuck, please do it.”

“Don’t be exhausted after, the lesson barely started, princess.”

She doesn’t reply; her mouth is wide open as you finger her faster. You choke her with your other hand, and she clenches her teeth. Miyeon moans louder, her legs jerking quickly. You give her a kiss, getting her more aroused, and make small squeals.

“I'll make you squirt, princess.”

“Please do it.”

She tilts her head into the wall, and her body arches forward. You kiss her more, you use your arm muscles to finger her faster, and she’s breathing harder at this point. Her legs are folded; only her feet and wall are holding her up in a squat position for you. Miyeon erotically groans and moans, which then turn into small screams. 

"Cum for me, princess," you whispered into her ear. She gives you a pause; her eyes are shut hard. 

"Ah!!" Her legs jerk harder as she cums, and you finger her faster. She gasped loudly from cumming hard. Your arm becomes wet from her squirting. You finger her slowly and then rub her clit after. She breathes heavily. You guide her to kneel and place your cock in front of her face. She helps herself, wrapping her mouth around your cock, and sucks you off slowly at the start before going faster. She wraps her arm around your legs, bobbing her head and sucking you off, feeling the tip of your cock shape in her cheeks. She gets messy as saliva drips down from her mouth.

She gags, taking your cock deeper into her mouth. She pauses to breathe but quickly sucks you off again. You grab her hair, pulling it upwards towards you, and she smiles. She is a wild woman, loving everything you do to her. You decide to hold her face—she pauses, knowing what you’re going to do. You thrust into her mouth, making her choke while she looks at you. She swallows every bit of saliva and your cock every time you thrust into her mouth. You thrust into her mouth deeper, using her for pleasure. She gags and chokes, not backing down, taking every abuse you give her. Saliva leaks out of her chin as it drips onto the floor. 

"Your mouth feels so good, princess." You don’t stop thrusting until she suddenly taps your thighs. You pull back from her mouth, and she catches her breath and swallows the mess. 

"Use me, abuse my body, fuck me like there’s no tomorrow." She sucks on your tip and waits for your reply. 

“I don’t want to do abuse you that much, princess.”

"That’s so respectful, but fine. That’s hot of you." She sucks you off again, wanting to make you cum inside her mouth as much as possible. She moans, pleasing her needs. You grunt quietly; you’re almost reaching your limit as you look at each other. She’s beautiful; her eyes are filled with desire. 

"Princess, I’m going to cum." You gasp for air, and she sucks you off aggressively. You hold onto her hair and start cumming. Miyeon chokes hard with your cum erupting down her throat quickly. She pauses, swallowing your cum quickly with her tongue licking your tip. She moans as she closes her eyes, finally getting a taste of your warm cum. You pull out of her mouth, and saliva drips slowly off your cock. You grab your cock and slap her cheeks softly, with her smiling brightly and laughing. 

“Fuck, I might be addicted to your cum.” She licks her lips and clean her mouth. You went to grab a paper towel to wipe her mess on the floor. She looks at you clean her floor, surprised she squirted that much.

“I want to cum on your face.” She said to you.

"Go wait in the bed for me—lay on your stomach, princess." 

She quickly runs to the room while you throw the wet paper towel into the trash. You walk to her room, greeted by her ass, and toned back for you. She giggles, excited to give you a taste of her and her amazing body. You grab her legs and pull them towards you to the edge, and plant your face right on her folds, licking slowly. She moans erotically and grips the bedsheet. You give her ass a hard squeeze and a slap. She screams quietly as you eat her pussy faster. Her breaths become heavy from you pleasuring her. 

"Just like that, don’t stop." Miyeon pleaded. You slide a finger into her pussy, making her scream softly. You eat her slowly, tasting every bit of her juice. It becomes several minutes; she’s still moaning, knowing you want to make her cum less harder this time. You grab her legs and make her lay on her back. She opens her legs for you, seeing that smile she’s giving you, and locks her hands with yours as you eat her pussy again. She tilts her head at how your tongue feels on her pussy. Her soft, small hands squeeze yours, and she breathes harder. 

“Feel free to cum, princess.”

“Just keep going.”

You kiss her folds, laughing shyly at the little romance you show her. You lick her pussy again, your warm breath coating her folds. She screams erotically; her hands tense up on your hand. You lock your hands with hers to make her not move around. She starts to cum, feeling her legs jerk as it spreads. Her moans become softer and more seductive. You suck on her pussy while she cums. She catches her breath more easily, and you kiss her inner thighs. You lay beside her, staring at each other. She gulps, exhausted from her orgasm. 

“It’s been a long day, princess. Let’s have a small break, then I’ll put it in you.”

She smirks at you and turns around with her ass touching your cock slightly. You get closer to her and hold onto her tits, sleeping quickly from a long day of shooting scenes and fucking each other. 

You wake up a couple hours later. She’s still sleeping and give her shoulders a kiss, then on to her nape. You hear her moan slightly and she teases you with her ass pushing onto your cock. You thrust on her crack, teasing her while she’s tired and insert your cock into her. Miyeon moans quietly and longer.

“How do you want it, princess?”

“Any way to please you and me together.”

You insert your cock deeply in her, and she moans loudly while you make her lay on her stomach. You give her ass a spank; her hands grip the pillow, moaning louder while you penetrate her. You reach for her hands, pinning them onto her back as her body sinks into the bedsheets. You thrust faster, making her take your cock as you penetrate her tight walls. You love the way she looks lying down. You give her a couple more spanks until her ass turns red. She tilts her head sideways to look at you behind her. Miyeon's eyes fill with lust as she tries hard to not close her eyes from your cock deep in her. 

“You love this cock, don’t you?”

"It’s so g-" Her breaths cut her words, and she clenches her teeth. You let go of her hands and grab onto her hips. Miyeon opens one of her legs to the side, wanting it deeper in her, and you take every inch of room to thrust her deeper. She yells in a high pitch, taking your cock and not stopping until she tells you. Miyeon breathes harder and louder, loving how you abuse her body and feel the pleasure. You grab her arm up towards you, and she gets on her knees with you thrusting her. Her ass collides with your pelvis, and you grab onto her neck, choking her with moderate pressure. She moans, closing her eyes while your hands are on her neck. Miyeon is gasping for air, you slow down your thrust. 

“I didn’t tell you to slow down.”

You get flustered and penetrate her walls again. You kiss her nape and choke her slightly harder. Miyeon places her hand on your arm that was choking her to hold, and the other hand on her clit; rubbing it. You love smelling her scent; it was taking over your consciousness—penetrating her walls harder. You nibble her ear, making her squeal seductively. She gasps for air from rubbing her own clit while you are deep inside her.  

“Cum on this cock, princess.”

"Right there, please don’t stop." You feel her body becoming loose. Miyeon starts feeling overwhelmed, moaning louder and yelling erotically. Her body tense up as she starts to cum with her body jerking. 

"Keep using that voice of yours, princess." You squeeze her tits harder and give them a slap. Parts of her body have gotten red from you abusing her for her needs. Miyeon tilts her head behind, wanting to make out with you, and she starts to grind on you to your rhythm. She moans more, catching her breath with her mouth open. You release her neck and put a finger in her mouth. Miyeon sucks on your finger, feeling her soft lips and tongue making your finger wet with her saliva. 

“How do you want my cum, princess?”

“In me, it’s okay.”

You breathe more heavily as you get to your limit. “Miyeon, I’m going to cum.”

“Cum in me.”

You thrust as you reach your limit—cumming inside her. She squeals from your cock erupting and slowly falls down onto the bed along with you. Miyeon moans softer, you kiss her hair, making her giggle. You pull out and lay beside her. She quickly gets up and sucks your cock, tasting your cum that was left over. Miyeon joins you, lying beside you, and stares at each other.

She laughs, “you’re amazing.”

“You were great, princess.”

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"Thanks; we should sleep now." You nod, agreeing with her. You fell asleep quickly after several minutes. She doesn’t fall asleep and quietly looks towards you, admiring how well you treated her in bed. She stares at the ceiling and falls asleep.

You hear birds chirping and wake up; the sun is out. Miyeon slept facing you with her hair more messy than last night. You start to wonder if being like this with Miyeon will harm your career. You stare right at her, suddenly opening her eyes to see you looking at her. 

Miyeon smiles brightly, “Good morning.”

“Good morning, Miyeon.”

“It’s princess.” She giggles.

“Mhm” You’re hesitating, wanting her naked at any time but don’t want to hurt your career.

“You look deep in thought. May I know what you’re thinking?”

"You realize we can both hurt our careers if a word gets out?" 

"I know, but there are always two sides to the story, right?" You nod tiredly; she’s right about that. "I remembered you getting into a scandal too; it’s nothing to be worried about." Miyeon tried to assure you. 

"Something like this would be frowned upon more by the media, Miyeon, It’s going to hurt your idol career, also. I’m saying this as a senior." 

"I understand; we both know cameras are pointing at us in every direction; we have no privacy. I know you’re more worried for me, but don’t be." 

"Miyeon… That’s not the point I’m talking about. It’s going to stab us internally even after we both lose our careers."

“I know…” She said it in a sad tone.

“Miyeon.. this ain’t supposed to be taken lightly.”

"I know, I understand you’re looking out for me; I personally thank you, but let's just fuck until the drama ends, then we can go our own ways and just become friends after."

You lay there quietly, wondering what you’re protecting—Miyeon or your career. Okay, after this drama, this can be our secret." 

“Can I get my morning taste of warm coffee?” She smirks at you.

“Come and taste it then.”

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She smiles going down to greet your cock. She looks at you, giving your cock a kiss on the tip. “I love taking your lessons.”

"Anytime, princess. Is lessons our secret word?" 

"It is now." She wraps her mouth around your cock, bobbing and sucking you off. You grab her pillow and place it on your pillow for a better look at her sucking you off. She brushes her hair away when it gets in the way, but there’s that one strand of hair that makes her look so hot, sucking you off. Miyeon holds onto your balls, feeling her warm hands caressing them. Your cock twitches at what she’s doing. Miyeon releases herself from your cock and takes a breath with saliva strands hanging off from her mouth to your cock. She smiles at you and jerks you off slowly.  

“You love my mouth don’t you?” She smirks.

"I do; you’re amazing. You have so much talent with that mouth of yours." 

"Aw, thanks. I always wondered how big you were when you did that one sex scene a year ago. You fucked her so hot." She kisses your tip after. 

“Dirty little girl.”

“Well, I actually find you hot regardless. I played with myself imagining how you fuck me.”

“You’re so dirty, Miyeon. I love it”

“I love how different you are without cameras, it’s so hot.” She starts to lick and make out with your cock.

“A horny idol you are. Who would of thought.”

“It’s my image, I actually have respect too. Just being with you is different, I can have my wildest dreams come true with you.”

“Let’s not talk, I want to hear that mouth of yours on my cock.”

She smirks at you, granting your command. Miyeon sucks you off deep until she gags, bobbing her head as she stares right back at you. You close your eyes and tilt your head back, loving how she’s giving you such pleasure. She’s sucking you off slowly for several minutes, loving your taste in her mouth. You breathe heavily from her mouth tightly wrapping your cock. You grunt harder, and your cock starts twitching. She feels it and decides to edge you slowly until you shoot strands of cum deep into her throat. You start feeling how Miyeon sucks you off now, edging you until you can’t hold back. 

“Miyeon” you took a breath, “you’re such a tease.”

She doesn’t answer you, edging you slowly to get the morning taste that she wants. She worships your cock, pleasing you until you cum hard in that dirty mouth of hers that you love so much. 

"Miyeon," You grunted hard. "Miyeon," You repeated her name, letting her know that you're going to cum. She taps your stomach, letting you know she’s ready to take your cum. You erupt hard in her mouth with the amount of edging she did. She chokes hard but still takes your cum in her mouth. She moans, making noises at the surprise of your cum still erupting. She gags as you fill her mouth. You feel her swallowing your cum while she’s still wrapping her mouth. You close your eyes and breathe hard as she finishes swallowing. Miyeon slowly releases your cock from her mouth, takes a deep breath, crawls to you, and kisses your chest. She lays on your chest, feeling tits mashed onto you, and waits for you to catch your breath. 

“It’s good as always.”

You couldn’t answer her, instead tapping your hands on her back. She giggles, knowing you had a good time with her.

“Want some food? It’s my treat since you came over.”

“Okay, princess.”

She gets her phone and scrolls through the menu to order. She purchases what she bought and washes up first. You lay down; her mouth was something else than you had ever experienced. You get up and dress, waiting for your turn to go to the bathroom. She comes out with a bright smile and heads to the living room. You wash up and come back to sit on the couch with her. 

“Where is the sex scene for the drama?”

“After you confess your feelings to me at your house.”

“I haven’t read to that part yet, you’re committed.”

“I have to study hard to be a good lead for you anyways. I don’t have much experience as you.”

“I’ve been there, it gets easier if you find your ways.” You assured her.

“Apart from sex, you’re actually a great person, thanks.”

“I always give back my knowledge in acting, I won’t stay young forever.” The doorbell rings and miyeon gets the food. She comes back, placing it on the table.

“Let’s eat.” She gives you a spoon and fork, you both eat and talk about each others acting careers, getting closer to her. You finish your plate and wait on her. Miyeon finishes her plate minutes later.

“Well, I guess you have to leave, right?”

“Yea, I’ll see you at the next set, Miyeon.”

“Alright, see you there!” You both wave at each other and you headed home. The director calls you while you’re driving.

“There will be a sex scene next mouth.”

"Alright, let Miyeon know too." You play dumb while at the same time feeling guilty towards the director, whom you worked for many times, for not knowing about you and Miyeon’s secret. 

-A month later-

You wake up and go wash up; tired and exhausted from all the filming and your tight schedule. You eat a small breakfast with your manager, who came over. 

“I’m worried about Miyeon today.” Your manager said to you.

“I am too, but this is what she signed up for.” You played dumb with your manager.

“You’re going to be the talk of the town after that scene releases.”

“I can already see ahaha.”

You finish your small meal with your manager and head to the set, being the first to arrive with the director and other camera crew. Miyeon arrives after, and the director pulls the both of you to the side. 

“The blanket on the bed will be covering the both of you. Miyeon only needs to wear a bra, pants will be on though.”

“Wouldn’t the scene be better if it’s more realistic?” Miyeon questioned the director.

"Uh, yeah, but I’ll need both of your consent if you both would rather do this." The director looks at you for an answer with a worried face. 

“I don’t mind.” You answered.

The director nods and heads to the cameramen to notify them of the changes. You pull Miyeon to the side. 

“Are you really that crazy, Miyeon?”

"It’s princess, we’ve been too busy for a month. I miss you being inside me; don’t you miss being inside me too?" She whispered to you.

“What are you doing tonight, Miyeon?”

“I’m doing you tonight.”

You nod, flustered and surprised by her answer. "You want lessons at eleven?"

“I’d love that.”

"Everyone get in your positions; cameras will roll in three minutes. Miyeon lays on the bed, covering herself until you get on top of her. You get on the bed with her. Miyeon secretly jerks you off slowly under the blankets until the director gives the both of you a signal. The camera crew comes in and gets in their positions to shoot the scene. The slate hits, and the cameras start rolling. 

You make out with her, and she inserts your cock in. She moans romantically as you thrust her slowly and hugs you. Miyeon stares at you with her mouth open, turning you on even more and picking up the pace. The scene is more romantic than it was said to be. You kiss her neck as she tilts to the side for the camera. 

“Cut!” The director yelled.

You get off of her, and your manager runs to you to get you a towel to walk back into the changing room. Miyeon follows along to the next stall beside you with her manager. You both don’t exchange words, trying not to be suspected by the managers. You come out, and your manager walks you to the director. Miyeon follows behind, being notified by her manager. 

“You both have great chemistry, I think you both will win the best couple award.”

“Seems likely.” You laugh to the manager. Miyeon becomes silent, being flustered by the potential of getting the award with you.”

“Well sadly, the last scene will be next week. Let’s work hard.”

“Yes, director.” You and Miyeon said to the director.

Everyone heads to the next location, which takes another five hours to shoot. The last scene is a solo scene of Miyeon’s character, and you watch her through the screen. You become fascinated by Miyeon’s hard work. 

"Cut! Let’s wrap it up and go home; it’s getting late." The director said. You check the time nonchalantly, and Miyeon comes beside you to look at her scenes. 

“I did great.”

"You did, Miyeon." You complimented her. She goes to her manager to get ready to leave, and she thanks everyone. You head back to your manager's car while thanking everyone else as well. Miyeon’s manager drives her home, and you leave minutes later. 

"The drama is ending soon; do you want to have a get-together with the actors and actresses that played a role?" Your manager asked you. 

"I’m planning on it; I just don’t know where." 

“Your house?” He gives you a recommendation.

“That’s actually a good idea.”

Your manager arrives at your house and drops you off. It was a quarter until eleven. You walk in your house until he leaves, and you get out again, driving to Miyeon. You get to Miyeon’s place, looking out for cameras and people, then knock on her door with a cap on. Miyeon opens the door, gladly seeing you, and walks you inside. 

After she closes the door, Miyeon takes off her robe. You look at her: a push-up bra that makes her tits look so refined and bigger, tight shorts that show her thighs and ass cheeks as she walks in front of you. She catwalks, showing you her confidence to turn you off even more. 

“What are you waiting for?” She walks to the hallway. You grab her tits from the back, feeling her bra pads as she laughs.

“Fuck, I deserve your body after the tigh schedules, Miyeon.”

“I deserve you in my bed also. I’ve been dying to get fucked by you.”

You pin her to the wall by her bedroom. "Let me rip your t-shirt apart; I’ll buy you a new one." You ripped her t-shirt off without her answering. 

"It’s cheap; I only bought it for you to do this either way." She giggles. "Fucking handle me like this body is yours to abuse." 

"Take my lessons like a good girl." You kiss her tits with her bra still on, feeling her soft tits in the small, tight bra waiting to be undone. She hugs you by the nape while you glue your face to your cleavage, licking it and kissing her tits. She pushes her tits against your face, letting you get hugged by her tits. You lick and kiss every side, grabbing her ass in her tight shorts and digging into her panties. Miyeon does the same and takes off your pants halfway to jerk your cock off. 

You slide her shorts down and move her panties to the side of her inner thighs, quickly inserting your cock in as she squeals. You grab her hands, pinning her to the wall while she tiptoes. You both stare at each other with the lust between you two. You look into her beautiful, innocent eyes, knowing she loves fucking you with every chance she can get. Her little secret with you hasn’t gotten out. You fuck her harder and faster with her bra still on, looking at the amazing view of her body while you collide with her. 

“Let’s go on the bed.” Miyeon asked you.

You pull out, and she walks through the door. You give her ass a slap, and she looks back, smirking at you, "You’re so aggressive today, but I fucking love it." 

She lays down on her back, opening her legs, and you quickly insert your cock in without hesitation. She moans louder, and you hold her neck, choking her slowly and then putting more pressure as she smirks. Her walls get wetter and tighter, just like you want her to be. You thrust her deep and hard, hearing the sounds of bodies clapping in the room. You kiss her soft lips and make out with her aggressively. Miyeon’s loving every moment you do to her, fucking her body like you own her. She hugs your back, holding onto you as you penetrate her walls. You don’t stop fucking her for minutes, not having any rest as both of you breathe harder. 

“Let me use my mouth that you love.” Miyeon asked.

"Get on top, princess." You pull out and lay on the bed. She quickly gets on her stomach and sucks you off. Miyeon bobs her head quicker, making her hair all messy. You look at her sucking you off—a beautiful idol that becomes a different person in bed. You close your eyes, feeling her mouth sucking you off so well. You grunt and gasp, she plays with your balls, asking for your warm cum to explode into her mouth. Miyeon makes more mess, saliva hanging down her chin, smudging her eyeliner and mascara in the process of her cravings. 

“You must of been hungry for a month, princess.”

She releases from your cock and jerks you off slowly. "You taste so good, I can suck you off for hours, licking and making a mess on my bedsheet." 

“I’ll grant you your desires after I make you cum.”

"Better not pass out if I keep making you cum; I’m not stopping. It’s been far too long without having you." 

“It’s not even midnight, princess, take your time.”

Her phone rings, and she pauses to check her phone. She opens her mouth and sucks you off quietly.

“Miyeon, are you busy tomorrow?”

She quietly releases, "No, why?" Miyeon sucks you off quietly again as she waits for an answer. 

“Want to go shopping?”

“Sure, what time?”

“Maybe one in the afternoon, are you eating something this late?”

“A popsicle.” She sucks your cock louder

“What flavor?”

“Guess, Minnie.” She smiles right at you.

“Orange?” Miyeon release from your cock again with Minnie’s answer.

“No, it’s so good, I’ve been addicted to this flavor.” Miyeon looks right at you saying that and smirks.

“If your not telling me then forget it.”

“Mhmm, it’s so good, Minnie.” Miyeon teases you and Minnie. You couldn’t believe she’s sucking you off while on the phone.

“Okay, just calling if you wanted to shop with us since you didn’t answer the text.”

“Okay.” She hangs up. “You love the tension don’t you?”

“That was pretty bold and hot, princess.” You complimented Miyeon.

“Shh, let me have more.”

You don’t say a word, only looking at her sucking you off loudly and messy. She arches her back, and you seeing her ass in the distance as your cock twitches.

“Seems like someone loves the view.” Miyeon said to you and sucks you off again.

“Fuck, your body is amazing, princess.”

You start getting to your limit by seeing her making a mess on your cock. She taps your thighs, knowing what’s in store for her. She goes deeper, feeling the back of her mouth hitting your cock. Miyeon’s tongue explores your cock inside her mouth. Your cock starts to pulsate, erupting quickly into her mouth as she chokes without letting go. You feel her mouth and throat trying to swallow while your cum floods her mouth. She chokes and gags harder with her eyes closed, trying to please you. She chokes harder than you ever saw and releases from your cock quickly. Cum drips from her mouth to her chin and down to the bedsheets. You get worried for her, but she puts her hand up to tell you she’s okay. 

“Fuck, I couldn’t handle-” She coughs, gasping for air.

“Miyeon, why did you push yourself that hard.” You breathe heavily.

“I wanted to impress you more.” She catches her breath. Your cum drips from your tip and she lowers herself to finish the remaining cum off your cock.

“Miyeon, your already impressive. It felt good having your mouth deep on my cock, but I don’t want you hurting yourself like that.”

"I’m sorry, but it’s time for you to make me cum." She gets up and squats down on your face. You grip her thighs and explore her folds, licking her inner thighs to her clit, making her moan erotically. Miyeon grips your hair, and you dig your tongue into her wet pussy. Her moans become longer and more erotic, sounding like she was singing a chorus. You love it even more, as it makes you more turned on by her beautiful voice. You insert a finger inside her and lick her folds. She squeals at you fingering her, not knowing you would do that. She gets off and gets on her knees, then drops down on your face again. 

"Just eat me; eat me until you are satisfied. I’m your meal tonight." 

You lock her thighs, planning on making her jerk around harder as she cums. She holds onto her headrest and arches her back, feeling her pussy get eaten by you vigorously. She yells out cute moans that turn into little soft giggles, being so overwhelmed by your mouth. She grinds faster; her wet pussy smudges your mouth and nose, not caring; you keep making her satisfied until she cums. 

Miyeon breathes harder and stands still; you know she’s getting to her limit and lock her thighs in as hard as you can to make her cum. She yells and moans while her body jerks, pinned by your arm. She arches her back, and her head drops behind. You bring your knee up in case she falls from you making her cum hard. Miyeon’s body tensed up, hearing her breathe loudly as she gasped for air. She gets quiet, slowly on the verge of cumming. Miyeon suddenly drops onto your thighs and knees, moaning loudly with her back being held.

Her hair dangles onto your legs, knowing her head is right off your knees and eat her slowly as she recovers from cumming hard. You kiss her inner thighs while they're tense and kiss her pussy while she rides out her orgasm. Miyeon's hair is still dangling as you lower your legs down for her. She brings her arm to her forehead, catching her breath with her eyes closed. 

You sit up, seeing her catching her breathes, “How was it, princess?” You kiss her tits and her neck, waiting patiently for her answer. You glide your hand to her thighs, caressing them, and slowly make way to her folds to rub.

“Ah!” She yells out. You laugh at her from giving her a tease.

“May I make you cum again, princess?”

“It was so good, make me cum again.”

“You’re a good girl, princess.” You whispered in her ear.

You slowly insert two fingers into her pussy, gripping her walls and rubbing her clit. Your cock is in her view, and Miyeon grabs it, slowly jerking you off and squeezing it softly. Miyeon moans quietly and puts your cock on her lips, kissing the sides to your tip. You finger her faster as she lets go of her lips from your cock to moan. She holds onto your other arm tightly. She clenches her teeth, fighting her urge, as you finger her faster, hearing how wet and sensitive she is. You look at her tits, shaking each time you finger her walls with your fingers as she jerks her body. 

Miyeon squeezes her hands tighter on your arm, knowing she’s going to cum again after a few minutes. Her beautiful face and body is something to admire that you love so much. You keep your pace while fingering her as she starts to cum. Her hands pull your arm down from the intensity of another orgasm. She yells and moans, body tenses up, and legs jerk. You slow down from fingering her, not wanting her to get exhausted. She catches her breath, and you pull your fingers out of her tight walls. 

“Let me fuck you. I know you won’t last long after all this.”

You push her up towards you and make her lay on her back by the pillow. She opens her legs, and you insert your cock inside her. Miyeon grabs your hands, and you fall close to her face. You thrust quickly in her while you both stare at each other. Her eyes gleamed with passion and lust, suddenly locking her legs with yours so you wouldn’t pull out. 

“I know you love this pussy.” She smirks at you, knowing it’s true.

"I’d admit." You thrust her deeper as she tilts her head back with her neck looking appetizing to kiss. You give her neck a kiss, and she hugs your back, exploring every part while you penetrate her. 

"Miyeon, I’m going to cum." You look at her, and she stares back. 

"Cum for me." You thrust her harder and cum inside her walls. She moans, feeling your cock pulsate deep in her—small moans and groans while you both looked into each other’s eyes. You fall beside her, still deep in her, and she hugs you tight. Miyeon gives you a kiss and pats your back. She searches for her phone and checks the time. 

“Oh my, we’ve been fucking for hours, it’s almost morning!”

“What time is it?”

“It’s four thirty.”

“I guess you can suck me off for hours next time, princess.” You pull out and lay beside her.

“You aren’t leaving this late are you?”

"I'd rather sleep with you than leave, princess." 

"Aw, come here and sleep on it then." You glue your face to her chest as you both close your eyes, falling asleep fast from all the sex you had with her tonight. 

It’s now almost afternoon. Miyeon wakes up first and washes herself while you sleep. She walks out of the bathroom quietly and looks at you with a sad face, knowing the deal of being fuck buddies is almost over with the drama filming ending next week. Miyeon heads to the kitchen to make breakfast. You wake up minutes later to wash yourself and get out. Walking out of her room, she was sitting on the couch with food steaming from the sunlight. 

“Good morning, princess.”

“Good morning.” You sit and eat with her. “You remember the deal we had?”

“What deal?”

“Where we become fuck buddies until the filming ends.” She looks down on the food.

“Oh that, yea why?” You answered her

"Hmm, nothing, just saying." Your tone made her think you wouldn’t fuck her after the filming ends. 

"Okay, let’s eat up; you have to go in a couple of hours." She nods, and you both eat until the plates are finished. Miyeon washes the dishes, and you join her to help out. After washing the dishes, you leave her house. She closes the door and gets ready to go while you drive back home. 

A week later after the last filming

You text Miyeon and a couple of colleagues that played a role in the filming. They all came to your house—Miyeon being the first to arrive and explores your house. 

“Is this what success looks like?” Miyeon laughs.

“You’re successful too, I don’t know what your saying. I’m only successful in acting.”

“It’s a big house, you got a lot of trophies on the glass cabinet.”

“Hard work, Miyeon.”

The doorbell rings, and a group of your colleagues join, greeting you and Miyeon. You bring in some soju and beer for the small party from the drama film ending. You call them on the day the drama episode airs on TV and watch with them with alcohol and food on the table as you all watch the drama. You glance at Miyeon and the TV. Miyeon drinks a hefty amount and starts to make you question if she plans on crashing on your bed with you tonight. The other colleagues stare at the TV, enjoying everyone’s acting and complimenting each other. 

The episode comes to an end, and you turn off the TV. Everyone claps for the great turnout and chemistry with each other. Everyone cleans up along with you until they go out the door, leaving Miyeon last.

"Miyeon, it’s our last time together today; I want you to enjoy every moment in my bed." You said it nonchalantly, but actually sad that it’s your last time with her. 

“Okay, take me to your bed, you aren’t doing nothing tomorrow are you?”

“I freed up my schedule knowing you would say that, princess.”

“Im glad you did.” You walk her to the bed and she pulls your pants off.

“I can still keep going if you pass out, right?”

"Yes, princess." She sucks you off slowly, tasting your cock as she swallows and spits on it. You hold her hair, seeing that beautiful face of hers for the last time after today. She closes her eyes and bobs her head. Minutes later, Miyeon becomes messy, knowing today will be her last time having you. She takes off her clothes quickly to give you a view of her body. You play with her tits, and she squeals at you. Miyeon doesn’t let go of your cock but only goes deeper and slowly. You fall back onto your bed, staring at her sucking you off desperately. Slight gags and chokes fill the room with her soft moans. She rubs her clit after you fall back. Today is her day to have all the time she wanted for the last time. 

She bobs her head faster, releasing momentarily to catch her breath with saliva dripping down her chin. 

"You’re doing great, princess." She smiles and sucks you off again. You get distracted by looking at her the whole time, admiring her beauty, not knowing you’re getting to your limit. 

“Miyeon, I’m going to cum.”

"Just what I wanted." She smirks and continues. You cum in her mouth, with Miyeon swallowing every cum until you finish. Miyeon continues to suck you off, not letting you get a rest. She uses her hands to jerk you off. Her tongue rubs against your tip, and she coats your tip with her warm breath. 

"Get ready to give me more." She jerks you off and wraps her mouth around your tip. You grunt harder, realizing she’s actually not stopping until she’s fully satisfied. Miyeon jerks you off faster—her tongue takes over, licking your sensitive tip as you get overwhelmed. You breathe harder, realizing you’re going to cum again if she keeps going. 

"Miyeon." She taps on your thigh, ready for another round of your cum. You tilt your head into the pillow and squeeze your hands. She keeps her pace, feeling your cock twitch in her mouth while you grunt. You breathe heavily and gasp for air, overwhelmed again by her mouth as she doesn’t stop. Your cock pulsates and then erupts in her mouth. She sucks you off faster, taking all the cum down her throat, and Miyeon gives pleasant soft moans from all the cum she’s having. Still not releasing, Miyeon goes for more, wanting you to cum as much as she can make you. Miyeon hasn’t said a word since, only having one goal for herself today. She bobs her head faster and plays with your balls. You grip the bedsheets while looking at her messy hair and mouth.

After minutes of her sucking you off constantly, she gets you to your limit again. Your body jerks more and breathes harder. You haven’t gotten a rest—her moans become louder without you knowing she’s fingering herself. Your cock begins twitching again after hearing Miyeon’s seductive soft moan. You erupt inside her again, she sucks you off faster, and your breaths turn into gasps, slowly losing sight. Miyeon sees you and jerks you off with your tip wrapped around her lips. You pass out while she helps herself to more. Miyeon starts riding your cock as you wake up again, seeing her ride you and give you a smile. 

“Cum in me, then I’ll head home. I want to cum with you first.”

“Anything for you, princess.”

She rides you faster and kisses your chest as she rubs her clit. Her tight walls hug your sensitive cock, and she makes out with your neck. You grab her tits, squeezing and playing with them. Her moans get loud and erotic while she rides you. Miyeon rides you as deep as possible, making your cock penetrate her harder. She rides you for several minutes nonstop, with both of you sweating on the bedsheets. You grunt while she moans; you’re getting to your limit again by how tight she is. 

“Fuck, I’m going to cum.”

“Keep going, princess, I will too.”

Miyeon tilts her head, closing her eyes to the ceiling with her back arched. She starts cumming with her moans getting louder, making her walls tighten up more as she stood still, body jerking that grinds your cock, and you cum inside her while you grunt—her nails dig into your collarbone. You catch your breath alongside her, and she comes back down, looking at you, laughing and smiling after. 

“Fuck, I made you come four times, I loved every second of it.”

You gulp and catch your breath, “You’re always amazing, Miyeon.”

“Well, I’m glad we became fuck buddies, let’s act like we didn’t fuck at the award show.”

“Alright, see you in two months. I'll support you and your group.

"Thanks; I’ll cheer for you on your next projects." She gets off your cock and dresses up. You put on your clothes with her and walk her out the door, waving goodbye to each other. 

Two months later

You sit at the table with your cast members for the drama, you and Miyeon were nominated for the best couple award. Miyeon comes to sit by you, followed by the rest of the cast. You and Miyeon act like nothing happened throughout the show. The host announces the best couple award with you, Miyeon, and many others nominated. The tension rises between the host and many others in the room until the host says your name and Miyeon’s. The confetti shoots out from the stage, hands clapping from colleagues and seniors in the industry. 

"Can you both kiss for us like in the drama?" The host reads her lines, and you look at Miyeon and kiss her lips. She gets shy in front of everyone. Miyeon suddenly guides your face to her and kisses you back, sending everyone in the crowd cheering and yelling from the surprise. 

"Oh my, is there a secret between you two, or is this chemistry so good!" 

"It’s chemistry, Miyeon is a great actress—being her senior in the industry, I’d say she’s very hardworking. I loved every moment of acting alongside her. I will cheer for Miyeon when she’s dancing and singing." 

“That’s some nice compliments from you! Miyeon, do you have any words to say?” The host asked.

“Yes, I’m glad I joined in this project, I got a lot of lessons from him and helped my acting. We got closer as colleagues with us supporting each other. I will always support you!” She smiles at you.

“You both aren’t dating right?” The host jokes around, you and Miyeon played it off by laughing.

“No, no, this is chemistry.” You laugh with the crowd, hearing chants and claps. The show goes on with you and Miyeon sitting until the show ends. Slowly but surely the show ends hours later.

Everyone left the table, only leaving you and Miyeon behind until she taps your shoulders, “Can you come over and gives me lessons? I really want some lesson from you.”

You give her some thought: "I think we can get some lessons done." She smiles brightly, having your guard down with the camera still rolling as it captures the whole room with you and Miyeon having a conversation. You walk her out to her manager, and you head home. Upon heading back home, news articles flood with you and Miyeon secretly dating. Being caught up in rumors many times, you laugh it off until you see the video of the conversation Miyeon had with you in the room. Luckily, no sounds were recorded; only saw a natural conversation, and you laugh at that video was just a baseless rumor. 

You head to Miyeon’s house after clearing up your relationship with Miyeon on the phone with your company. You get to her house, looking out for paparazzi and people spying, then knock on her door. She greets you, laughing at all the rumors surrounding you two, and closes the door. 

“Shall we continue this secret relationship of ours?”

“Why not, princess.”

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When the End Comes | ch 2 (jjk)

☆summary: Seven years after you've started dating Jungkook, long distance creates a wedge in your relationship. When the only solution seems to be breaking up, you go your separate ways even though love still lives in the two of you. Will you find a way back together, or has the end come for you and Jeon Jungkook?

☆pairing: photographer!Jungkook x lawyer!female reader

☆rating: 18+ (minors DNI, there is mature content in every chapter)

☆genre: breakup!au, slice of life!au, angst with a big A, smut

☆warnings: moving, curses, alochol, explicit content: female and male masturbation, pain kink (Jungkook), mentions of blowjob and penetrative sex

☆word count: 8.7k

☆series masterpost

☆a/n: I don't even know what to say about this chapter, just that I FEEL their pain so much :'( justice for my babies

☆a/n pt2: Thank you to @moonleeai for beta-ing this, you are the best <3

☆Read The Forgotten Spaces here, the prequel to When the End Comes! It does not need to be read to understand When the End Comes, but I think it still should be read first to have a better understanding of the characters in general!

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But love never leaves a heart, where it found it, found it You found it Someday, I'll fall into you That's where I'll be now when the end comes

When the End Comes, Andrew Belle

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Thursday, July 6th

                Days and weeks have passed. Apparently, even months have. Jungkook hasn’t really noticed – he’s been stuck in a daze, stuck replaying your breakup over and over again. Wishing he’d begged you to stay, though he could tell that nothing would have been fruitful.

You had made your decision already.

He hasn’t done anything since you left. Hasn’t left your apartment except for looking for a new one, when Yoongi forced him to go. Because alone, he can’t afford the one you had together. And it’s too filled with memories anyway.

All the pictures on the shelves by the window, turned towards the wall the night you left. The echo of your laugh, in every room he steps in. The ghost of you, just a silhouette he can’t ever reach when it’s dark and his mind is playing tricks on him.

The night you left, he thought it was a joke. A sick, twisted prank, and he believed you’d come back. When hours passed and dawn approached, he got up from the spot where he was sitting in, near the door, and turned the pictures towards the wall before heading to bed.

He hadn’t been able to sleep in the bed, and he’d slept with Bam directly on the floor.

A few nights later he’d made an actual bed with blankets on the floor, and he’s been sleeping there since then. But not tonight – tonight he’ll try sleeping in bed, in his new apartment.

A space that shouldn’t remind him of you too much.

He’s packed almost everything before today. He had nothing else to do, and it served to keep his mind busy during the long hours of the day. At night he usually has nothing to keep his mind from going to you, and he thinks he’s stuck in the moment when you left.

It’s a looped film in his mind, a horror movie that will forever haunt him.

The boys are helping. They brought most of the boxes he’s packed to his new place already, a small studio in the same building as Yoongi and Kiko. It’s on the other side of town, far from where he built a life with you, and he really hopes your ghost won’t follow.

Though he doubts he’ll ever escape it.

Everyone is currently doing a trip to the other apartment, except Jungkook and Yoongi. Mostly because Jungkook has been standing in the empty living room, save for the pictures on the shelves.

You left with the couch and the dinner table, telling him to keep the TV even though you were the one to buy it years ago. And that day you came to pick up your stuff…

Another haunting moment to add to the long list that’s been tormenting him since you broke up.

He shuts his eyes, pinches the bridge of his nose, jaw clenching as the familiar ache takes over his heart. He doesn’t want to cry today – at least not before he’s alone in his new place. Because he hates how his friends are concerned, hates that he can’t just stay home alone.

None of them understand the sorrow that’s been plaguing him – hell, all of them except Jimin are happily dating. A dirty, ugly part of him hates them for it, and he’s been trying to distance himself.

“You good?” Yoongi asks, startling him.

Jungkook’s hand falls to his side, and he forces his eyes open. Yoongi is next to him, an eyebrow cocked in question. “Yeah.”

“Do you want me to put these in a box?” Yoongi enquires, and Jungkook clenches his fist as Yoongi’s pointing to the pictures.

“I can take care of it.”

It takes him a few seconds before he does get in motion, and he heads to the shelves. There’s already a box waiting for the frames, one Taehyung put there earlier before Jungkook told him not to touch anything.

“Do you want help?” Yoongi asks carefully.

Jungkook steels himself as he grabs the first picture. He already knows which it is, from its placement on the shelf. It’s one of his exhibit’s pictures. The one he titled ‘Where I found hope again’. It’s the sunset from the living room of the apartment he’d found for you.

Seeing it hurts, but he barely pays attention to it, carefully putting it in the box before grabbing the next one. There you are, cheeks red and smile bright in the snow of December, and he feels like dying as he remembers the name of that one.

‘Where I learned to love again’. It feels like it’s laughing at him right now, like life is having a good laugh at his expense. He wants to throw it away, to burn and watch your beautiful form crumbling into ashes.

Instead, he puts it away, before moving to the next one. He thinks he goes blind – he doesn’t see the next pictures. Doesn’t focus on any of them, and lets the ache take over his action, over his heart. When he’s done, he realizes that the apartment is once again filled with voices – none of them being the right one, and he wishes to be alone.

Wishes to be allowed to crumble, to let himself be carried by the wind.

The rest of the day is a blur. He barely remembers getting to his new place, riding shotgun next to Jimin while Taehyung and Namjoon talked about something on the backseat. Jimin was silent, respecting Jungkook’s need to not speak, and maybe it’s for that reason that Jungkook says yes when Jimin asks if he wants some company when the others finally start filing out at the end of the day.

They all hug him tight, tell him that they love him and hope he’ll like his new place. With everything placed, Jungkook knows that he’ll always hate it, because it lacks the only thing that he truly wants – you.

And he’ll never have that again.

“Want to order something?” Jimin asks.

Jungkook is sitting on a kitchen chair, watching the condensation on his glass of water when Jimin speaks. He raises his head – his friend is scrolling on his phone, and he shoots Jungkook a look as he remains silent.

“Sure,” Jungkook finally answers. “Did you have anything in mind?”

Jimin nods. “There’s this great dumpling place nearby, and they deliver.”

“Oh.”

If Jimin notices Jungkook’s lack of enthusiasm, he doesn’t mention. Because Jimin is a good friend – he’s been one of Jungkook’s closest friends for years for a reason after all.

“Pork and green onion works for you?” Jimin asks.

“Sure.”

“I’ll get the marinated cucumbers too.” Jimin pouts at his phone as he focuses, and then his gaze darts once to Jungkook. “Anything else you want? They got bobas too.”

Just thinking about drinking boba makes Jungkook feel nauseated, so he shakes his head no. Jimin purses his lips, nods curtly and then says the food is on its way.

His statement is followed by silence, until the front door opens as Yoongi returns with Bam, as promised. Kiko was taking care of him all day, since she and Yoongi live in the same building. Yoongi promises that Bam was a good boy, and then he leaves again, nodding his head at Jimin.

As if to say ‘thank you for being here’. Jungkook hates the gesture, hates that he let Jimin stay, but he figures he can always just ask him to leave when they’re done with the food.

He had to eat anyway, right?

Needless to say, his appetite has been off, since the day you left. He’s been working out more though, something to keep his mind busy, but he’s been unable to eat like before. Jimin forces him to eat half the dumplings though, and Jungkook reckons that even after everything, dumplings still slap.

Not a lot of things in life still slap without you around.

One thing that does suck is, Jimin tries to make conversation through dinner. He asks Jungkook if he has any project coming up, if he ever plans on returning to Europe. The answer is easy, and Jungkook gives it without an ounce of hesitation.

“No.”

Jimin cocks an eyebrow, as if surprised by his answer. “Why?”

Jungkook grits his teeth, but offers no answers. He thinks it’s obvious – he’s been hating the European continent ever since the night you left because he can’t bring himself to hate you instead. So he directed it to the place that took you from him, and so far it’s been keeping him going.

“You know…” Jimin carefully says. “We’ve all been avoiding talking about it. But how are you even doing, bro? Every time I see you it’s just…”

Worse. He’s convinced that’s what Jimin was going to say, and he doesn’t blame him. It’s worse every time because he has been getting worse. As if adding another mark on the calendar equals to adding another on his heart, and the wounds haven’t had time to heal.

He doesn’t think there’s enough time in a lifetime to heal from losing you.

“I’m okay,” Jungkook lies easily.

Bam offers him salvation, barking by the door. As he rarely does, Jungkook gets up, a frown moving on his features. Jimin lets him go, even as Jungkook mumbles he’ll take the dog outside. His friend remains silent, and Jungkook is able to slip into the evening without Jimin pressing him about the lie.

As Jungkook had assumed, Bam just needed to pee, and probably barked because of the unfamiliar environment. Jungkook debates taking him on a walk, hoping Jimin would be gone by the time he comes back, but it feels too cowardly, even for him.

So he takes Bam in right away – the walk would have been hell anyway.

Jimin hasn’t moved while he was gone, and Jungkook tries to avoid the conversation by cleaning the table, putting away the empty dumpling container in the recycling bin after he’s rinsed it thoroughly. He feels Jimin’s gaze boring into the back of his head, but he does his best to ignore it.

“You shouldn’t drop your job in Europe,” Jimin suddenly says.

Jungkook whips around from his spot by the counter under which the recycling bin is. “What?”

“Isn’t it…” Jimin winces, shaking his head slightly. “Listen, this will be tough love, but isn’t it losing everything if you just… drop it too?”

Jungkook sees red. “Get the fuck out.”

“Bro.”

“Get the fuck out,” he repeats, putting emphasis on each word.

“We’re just worried about you,” Jimin says carefully, still not moving from where he’s sitting.

Jungkook has half a thought that he could carry his friend out if he wanted to, but surprisingly enough his heart breaks in his chest, tears blinding his vision.

“I just can’t go, okay?” he chokes out, and his nails dig in the palm of his hands as he clenches his fists hard. “I just can’t.”

Jimin watches him carefully, before sighing deeply. “Okay. It’s okay. There’s plenty of stuff you can do here too.”

Jungkook gulps, blinking the tears away until Jimin is clear in front of him again. “Can I…”

He stops, because he knows he shouldn’t ask. Knows he shouldn’t care, yet he can’t help himself. Jimin doesn’t press, waits for him to be able to speak. It takes longer than Jungkook thought possible, and he has to shut his eyes and lean against the counter before he finds words again.

“Can I ask how she has been doing?” he voices, words falling softly, almost soundlessly, in the space between them.

“Jungkook…”

“Just,” Jungkook lets out, eyes shooting open. “Please tell me she’s okay.”

Jimin’s silence is telling enough – you must be going through it too. It fills Jungkook with bitterness, with something vile and disgusting that tastes like bile on his tongue. Because you don’t get to be suffering, you don’t get to have made this decision and suffer from it.

Why the fuck did you make that decision then?

“You know,” Jimin starts carefully. “You guys were together for a long time.”

“Why?” Jungkook asks. “Why did she do this?”

And then the tears are moving freely, and Jimin quickly gets up to hug him. Jungkook rests his forehead against his friend’s shoulder as he breaks in the embrace, like he’s been doing for weeks now.

“It’s going to be okay,” Jimin promises when the tears recede and Jungkook stops trembling, as if his body, too, is too tired to keep on breaking.

Strangely, he gets the feeling there’s nothing left to break anyway.

“How?”

Jimin remains silent for a while, as if searching for the exact right words to say. Jungkook doubts they exist – how can someone repair a broken heart such as his?

“Life finds a way,” Jimin eventually chooses to say. He pulls away from the hug, though he still holds onto Jungkook’s shoulders. “Life always finds a way.”

Saturday, July 15th

                You’re tired. Have been tired. Think you’ll forever be tired. A relentless exhaustion has settled over you like a mantle of snow settles on the land during the months of winter. With it comes an unshakable cold, and even though it’s summer you’ve been cradling your hoodie to your frame, draping yourself with it as if it’ll chase the cold away.

The cold is never going to leave. You think your heart turned to ice in your chest, and it pumps freezing blood into your veins. You’ve been trying to warm up, but heat is a mirage to you, an illusion you can’t reach.

Heather and Bridget are hosting a dinner at their apartment today. You’d wanted to avoid it, but considering they offered you a room for a few weeks before you found a new apartment, you couldn’t say no. Yet you dread the moment you’ll be faced with the other girls, some of them your friends because they are dating… his friends.

You’ve been trying not to think about him too much. It’s hard – he’s lurking at the back of your mind, a reminder of your failures. Of the places where you went wrong, the mistakes you committed. Not that the breakup was a mistake – you think you made the right decision, or at least you’ve been trying to convince yourself that you have.

But you didn’t lie to him – you love him. Still do, though now it’s more like grief. Though, what is grief if not the next step in the eternal timeline of love?

You worry at your lips, bury your hands in the pocket of the hoodie. You fumble with your keys as you wait in front of the door, as you try to knock but find you’re unable to. Because it means talking to them, it means pretending that you have been able to eat or sleep for weeks.

You reckon Heather and Bridget know, to a certain extent. Saw you wither like a flower when autumn comes, though you think now you’re settled in deep winter.

You think it’ll pass. You doubt a pain like this can last – no soul can withstand it forever. But that would be admitting that he was your soulmate, and you aren’t stupid.

Soulmates don’t exist. Because if he was, why then was the distance enough to break you up?

You sigh, eyes falling to the ground in front of your feet. You take a steadying breath – it does nothing to help.

You’re a coward. You’ve become a coward, and you think it might be because you put all of your courage in that night weeks ago. It broke you, broke the steel you used to be able to drape yourself with.

Now you’re stuck in the never-ending winter, withered and lifeless.

“Y/n!” Jo says, and you startle.

You turn your head to the side to see Jo as she’s walking around the corner, and she smiles at you as she makes her way towards you.

“Hey,” you reply as your throat goes dry.

If he has a best friend, or at least a female one, you think it’d be her. They’ve been friends since before you reconnected with him, since before you even knew her. Seeing her feels like it’s wrong, but then again everything has been feeling wrong lately.

“Did you already ring?” Jo asks as she stops next to you.

You purse your lips, shaking your head no. “Huh,” you let out. “I was about to.”

Jo nods, and you think she immediately senses your unease. She’s a good person though, and an even better friend. She doesn’t say anything, and she rings the door for you.

You don’t know what to tell her. All that you can think of is, if someone has news about him, it would be her. She’s the only one you believe there’s a chance he’s been honest to.

Before you can say anything, the door opens and Bridget ushers you inside. You realize that you’re the last ones to get there – you usually never are. Usually always make sure to be the first, only so that you can help the hosts.

It seems losing him changed that.

You greet everyone half-heartedly, quickly moving towards Jiho. Jiho hugs you, tells you she’s happy you came. You can’t return the sentiment, so you offer her a tight-lipped smile as Heather announces that dinner is ready.

Their chatter is lively. You feel like you’re watching the scene through a frosted window. Like you’re stuck in a blizzard, watching people reveling in the warmth of the other side, wishing somehow that they’d share it with you. And it’s not that they don’t try; multiple times throughout dinner the other girls try to talk to you.

You reply, you always do, but there is just so little to say, so little words your brain can conjure up. It’s like your thoughts are slower – you’ve been that way at work too. You’re lucky, you haven’t been working on anything big in the last few weeks. But next week you will be, and you don’t even know if you’ll be able to do it.

At least Harrison is on the case with you. As one of the most talented junior partners of the firm, you think he’ll be able to manage the case even with you at his side.

You eat what you can, though you’ve run out of appetite before you even broke up. You force yourself, mostly because you don’t like how Kiko’s looking at you. How you notice her leaning to speak in Jo’s ear more than once during the meal.

You’re aware that they’re speaking of you – do they hate you as much as you hate yourself?

You doubt they can.

When dinner is over, you offer to clean the dishes. Jo ends up on washing duty with you, and you work in silence, water sloshing around as you rub the plates clean while she dries.

You’re cleaning a wine glass when she says, “How have you been?”

The question is a simple one. The truth isn’t so, and you wonder if you should lie. You think it’d be a mistake. Jo’s perceptive, she’d see right through the lie.

“I’ve been better,” you answer, shrugging your shoulders as if it doesn’t matter.

That much is a lie, because everything about him mattered.

“I can understand.”

Heavy silence follows, and you pass the glass to her. You hope she won’t speak more, hope she’ll offer you kindness and let you dwell on your mistakes, but you know it’s unlike her.

Indeed, she speaks up after a minute. “You know…” She pauses, and you glance once at her to find her features troubled. “I was wondering… what brought you to this decision?”

You freeze, hands in the water. It’s hot enough that your skin is turning scarlet, yet you barely even feel it. “What?”

“If you don’t want to speak about it it’s fine,” she gently says. “But I’m just concerned about you.”

“Did he ask you to ask me this?” you enquire, accusingly. You frown at the tone of your voice, and apologize as you resume washing the glass you’re holding.

“No,” she answers. “He hasn’t really been talking to anyone.”

You shudder, with horror and compulsion at the person that you were weeks ago, the one that caused him to isolate himself.

“Oh.”

Jo waits a moment, but when it’s clear that you aren’t going to speak again, she says, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t prod.”

You wet your lips, swallow around the lump in your throat. “It’s okay.”

Perhaps that’s also a lie. Perhaps you believe nothing is okay, nothing will be okay again. But you don’t voice it – it’s all your fault anyway.

“It’s okay if it isn’t okay, you know,” Jo gently says as you hand her a glass.

Your vision blurs, but no tears fall. No tears are left – you cry them to sleep every night already.

“Long distance is a bitch,” is what you eventually say. “You think you can make it through everything, and then long distance happens.”

You want to clench your hand around the third glass, want to feel the shards of it cutting through your palm like the shards of him have been stabbing through your heart. You force your grip to remain loose, lest you stain the sink with blood.

“Like for real, without it we would have been fine.”

You’ve told Jiho the same thing. You think you’ve told him the same thing, but you barely even remember the breakup. Just remember holding onto him at the end, and then winter seeping in through the crevices in your soul.

“I’m sorry.” Jo looks at you kindly when you glance her way. She offers you a sad smile that you want to hate, yet it just makes you want to break. “I’m really sorry it came between the two of you.”

You take a deep breath to tame the aching in your chest, nodding once. “It’s whatever.”

“It’s not.”

She’s right, so you remain silent. Choose to seek solace in a wordless moment, one you spend finishing the dishes. And when you’re done, and she’s wiping the last one, you find yourself asking, “How has he been doing?”

She stops moving, meets your gaze before letting her gaze drop to her hands. “As I said, he doesn’t really speak to anyone.”

“Which means he hasn’t been great.”

You know him enough to know that. She does too – she nods, before shrugging her shoulders. “Jimin and Tae have been making sure he’s okay though. Surviving.”

Because sometimes all there is to do is survive.

You’re relieved that his friends are there for him. It lessens the pain somehow, to know he’s not alone. You aren’t either – Jimin is your friend too and, even though she’s a mom of two, Jiho has been there for you ever since the breakup.

The first time Lisa asked you where Jungkook was though… felt like heartbreak uttered in an innocent sentence. Like the universe had gone wrong, like left and right were interchanged. You were lost then, and you still are today.

All at your expense.

“Good,” you answer.

She looks conflicted, pained – you understand why when she asks, “What about you?”

You clench your jaw out of reflex, as if it’s an accusation. As if admitting that you’re going through frozen hell is wrong of you, somehow. You think it is. After all, this is supposed to be better than the distance.

“I’ve got Jimin too, and Jiho,” you reply, voice strained. “Bridget and Heather too. They’ve been helping.”

Jo nods. “Good. Don’t isolate yourself.” There’s a pause, and her features turn pensive. “And you know, you got me too. You have all of us.”

Tears blur your vision, but like your soul they turn to ice before rolling down your cheeks. “Thank you.”

Smile apologetic, she nods again, as if her job here is done. And it must be – Kiko and Bridget walk into the kitchen, and they clearly don’t sense the atmosphere that’s clinging to you. They strike conversation with Jo, happily, and her stance switches to one that’s more relaxed.

You decide to leave them alone, because these three have always been a little closer to each other than you to them, and you return to the other room, where Chaeyeon, Valeria, Jiho and Heather are lounging on the couches. You debate leaving, debate claiming that you have to work early in the morning, but somehow you choose not to.

Is it a sign that you’re moving on? You don’t know.

When you do leave, later that night, at the same time as Jo and Chaeyeon do, you find yourself walking next to Jo as you head to your respective cars. Lance is picking Chaeyeon up, and she waves you two goodbye as you walk away.

You stuff your hands in the long sleeves of your hoodie, as if the air outside is remotely cold. It is not – there’s been a heatwave around for a few days. Luckily enough for you, a freezing heart seems to be a good remedy for the heat, and you still seek the comfort of your hoodie.

“I was wondering,” Jo says as you near where your car is parked. “Are you still planning on coming to the wedding?”

The forsaken wedding. The thing that set everything in motion – the spark that caught fire on years of your relationship.

You purse your lips, shrug your shoulders. “I think so,” you voice. “Yeah. You two are my friends, even if…”

If you’re closer to him. You don’t say as much, but it’s needless. Jo nods, understanding as ever, and she tells you that you don’t have to, if you don’t want to.

You think she’s a fool for believing that you wouldn’t want to go. Because… what’s wrong with wanting to make sure he’s okay with your own two eyes? What’s wrong with needing to see him in another context than this never-ending winter?

That night, you lie awake for hours. Picturing him behind your closed eyelids, only to find emptiness where he should be. The blankets are cold, the fan overhead not needed, yet you can’t bring yourself to turn it off.

Can’t chase the feeling of his absence from your heart.

You seek solace in memories of him, in the thought of his lips on yours. Of the featherlight kisses you used to exchange in the dead of night, when sleep was evading you or him. You must be half asleep – because suddenly you can almost see him here. Can almost hear his voice as he’d call you baby, mouthing the word against your neck before he’d suck on it.

Your heartrate picks up with the memory – they’re flooding in. The smell of his skin, the taste of his lips, the inebriating sweetness of his kisses. You remember the weight of him on you, the press of his knee between your legs.

And then you seek solace with a hand between your thighs, trying to remember how he touched you. How his long fingers always dragged you to a land of pleasure, how he’d managed to keep you there until you were insane with his taste.

You breathe out his name, a soft moan, though it’s almost a plea. A plea for him to appear, for him to never have been gone.

For you to never have pushed him away.

When you come down from the high that finds you in your memories, you lie on your side, holding one of your plushies to your chest. They don’t replace him; they never have.

You end up crying yourself to sleep over the memories, over the July night sky and the dance crew and every night you took for granted, believing that he’d be yours forever.

You cry for your decision, no matter how right it was. Because you know it’ll always feel wrong.

Friday, July 28th

                There’s something about work that’s been setting you on edge. That’s been making you want to pull your hair out of your head – if only that was possible. It’s strange; you’ve been thinking about the breakup less now that you’re neck deep in work.

Now that you spend hours upon hours at work, after the usual closing time.

Luckily enough, you’re almost never alone. Harrison accompanies all of those late evenings as you work through the case, as he tells you what to do and you tell him you don’t need his help. He laughs at that – Harrison has an easy laugh. It makes its way to his lips whenever you speak, and it’s been like a ray of light in the otherwise dark land of your heart.

He’s a good coworker. Someone that’s noticed just how bad you are, but that’s decided to not treat you differently. To let you nurse your heart in peace, while he offers you the normalcy of what work should be.

Today, at lunch break, he suggested going out for dinner and drinks, along with the rest of the team that’s been working on the case. Mostly because you’re finally closing in on something that is clearly going to be good, and he believes it’s important to celebrate. You don’t have it in you to say no, and that’s how you find yourself squeezed between him and Anna, the paralegal that you’ve worked with the most, in the booth of a nice pub near the firm.

You’ve been sharing a nacho plate with Harrison and Ian, another one of the junior partners of the firm, and you’re sipping on a glass of the pitcher of sangria that Anna ordered for you and her. The buzzing of chatter and laughter makes the pub into a lively place, and you reckon you like the atmosphere.

You like the plants that cascade from their pots on shelves in the walls, like the hanging lights that shine brightly onto the tables, like the brick wall that gives the pub a nice industrial vibe. It just feels right, different than your usual.

Or maybe it’s the fact that the crew is different. That you aren’t with people that inevitably remind you of Jungkook, even though they shouldn’t.

Harrison’s English accent catches your attention as he says something to Ian – something about leaving work related conversation to the firm. As you turn your head towards the man at your side, he offers you a glance.

Harrison has clear blue eyes. Pale, like they hold the Caribbean sea in them. His eyes are beautiful, sparkling, and you offer him a smile.

He’s quick to smile back, and then he continues his conversation with Ian, who’s decided to speak about sports instead.  You decide to join in, even though you know practically nothing about sports, and the two men tease you for it.

There’s no bite to it, yet it feels familiar. Reminds you of someone that used to tease you all the time, and with the sangria coursing through your veins, you decide to jump on the occasion. To let the past be the past, and live in this moment, for once.

Perhaps it holds some sort of salvation for you.

“It’s not my fault if football is boring!” you insist. “It’s just dudes throwing a ball. Who cares about that?”

Harrison nudges you with his elbow. “Hey come on,” he says. “They don’t only throw a ball, sometimes they kick it too.”

He’s got a teasing smile on his lips, and to your surprise you find yourself rolling your eyes. “And the point system? Stupid.”

“It isn’t!” Harrison says, faking offense. “You wound me.”

You cock an eyebrow as Ian laughs, before turning to speak to Sam next to him as the guy asks him a question.

“Aren’t you British anyway?” you ask him. “Why do you watch football?”

“Because I like dudes that throw balls,” he jokes, before realizing that his sentence sounded wrong as you burst out laughing. “Well, not like that.”

“No, of course not,” you tease back.

“It’s just a fun sport,” he insists. “Used to watch it with my step-dad when I was younger.”

Now, the revelation eases the teasing mood that you’ve been diving into, and you offer him a small smile. “Sounds like fun.”

Because you can get that. You can understand the need to love something because someone you loved introduced you to it – dance was that for you, once upon a time. When your mother had introduced you to it, when you were too young to realize that to her, you dancing was just going to be an accomplishment.

Until it became a curse, as you chose to not pursue ballet the way she wanted you to. But that’s old history – even though you still don’t talk to your mother all that much, the hatred you’ve held for her for years after she’s kicked you out is lesser now. Practically non-existent, and you have your therapist to thank for that.

Years of therapy really did help, eventually.

You realize, tonight, how you haven’t really been living since you broke up. You’ve been a mere ghost, a mere winter wind, but tonight you think the air warms up. It warms up into a tentative spring breeze, and you cling to it.

You say yes when Harrison suggests heading to a club after, a VIP one where he’s a member along with Ian. Say yes to the shots offered to you, and you ignore the texts in the group chat with the girls saying that they want to meet up for lunch tomorrow. You focus on the now, focus on the fact that he’s not all you’re thinking of.

No, his big, doe eyes barely exist in your mind right now, replaced by ocean blue and an English accent. At least that’s what you tell yourself as Harrison says he’s a shit dancer, and you admit you were on a dance crew for years.

He cocks an eyebrow, says you’re full of shit, and that’s how you find yourself pulling him to the dance floor, not caring that his hair is paler than your usual, that his smile rings different.

Harrison is not a good dancer. He’s awkward, clumsy, and he steps on your feet more than once as you dance face to face, swaying to the beat of the club music. The flashing lights feel like a haven, like you don’t have to hide in the darkness left by Jungkook’s disappearance from your life.

You let Harrison put his hands on your waist, let him pull you closer, until he’s resting his forehead on yours. Your eyes shut from the proximity, and you can smell the alcohol on his breath. Somehow, that’s what makes you remember – not the dancing, but the intimacy of the position. It makes you crave another, makes you need to forget, and you’re the one that closes the gap.

You’re the one who kisses him first, and he kisses you back all wrong. There’s something missing – the piercing, perhaps – but you don’t let it deter you. Focus on the swipe of his tongue on your bottom lip, and you sigh as you let him in.

But Jungkook is there, in your mind. When Harrison’s hands tighten on your waist, it’s in Jungkook’s hair that you want to thread your fingers through. When he groans softly in the kiss, as you bite his lower lip, it’s Jungkook’s lips that you want to be sucking on.

And you think it’ll always be Jungkook. He’ll haunt you forever – a reminder of your weakness, when it came to the distance. A reminder that, after everything, you’re the one that ruined it.

You’re the one that put an end to what was supposed to be forever.

It aches, coldly. You think your heart barely knows how to beat anymore. It’s erratic, painful, and when Harrison pulls away from the kiss, his blue eyes finding yours, you think his irises are made of ice.

“Hey,” he says gently.

“Hey,” is all you can think to reply.

If he sees the torment in your eyes, he ignores it. Guides you back to the table, where he leaves you with Ian and the rest claiming that he’ll get a water for you. And he does – he comes back with two bottles of water, and he hands you one as he sits next to you.

You think that’s what undoes you. That’s what breaks you, spills the content of your aching soul right there on the club’s floor. You don’t know who’ll pick up the mess – the one it belongs to is far away from these flashing lights. Far, yet closer than he was when the ending came. Somewhere in the city, you believe, because you don’t think he’s gone back to Europe yet.

Would he answer, if you were to call him? Would he pick up right where you left off, whisper sweet nothings in your ear as if you haven’t destroyed his beating organ?

You hate it. Hate how, weeks later, the torture hasn’t diminished. Hate how you believed it’d be just a few rough days, when it’s been weeks and months and winter hasn’t changed.

So you do what you do best. You escape. Tell the table that you have to go, and make it outside before Harrison catches up to you. He asks if he can walk you home, which makes sense because you live in the same complex anyway. Not the same building, but Harrison lives in the one across the small square-like courtyard between the three condo towers where you’ve found a place to rent after Jungkook.

Up above, stars twinkle in the sky. They seem unaware that, after that cataclysm of a July night, the story came to an end. Like the universe never meant it, when it put you and him together. Or maybe it’s you – maybe you created a new cataclysm. Wrote your own fate, and all that crap.

You’re getting dizzy. Both with alcohol and spinning thoughts, but luckily enough the walk is short. Harrison grants you silence, sensing that you need it, probably. Because he’s gentlemanly. Not that Jungkook wasn’t – it’s just different.

And you shouldn’t be comparing him to Jungkook, but it’s far too easy. Especially as your treacherous little mouth asks him if he wants to share a drink in your apartment, as you tell him that you feel better now that you’ve breathed some air.

He says yes, though he seems unsure. He seems unsure all the way up to your floor, and even more so as you pull him in a kiss when the door closes behind you and him. Especially as you breathe against his lips, “Do you think you can make me forget?”

After everything is done, and you lie awake next to his naked form, both of you staring up at the ceiling in silence, you know the answer to that question.

And it’s quite simple – no. Because no one will ever be able to make you forget the one you were supposed to be with until you turned to stardust. Until all that would have been left of the two of you was etchings on a stone, and memories in the space between this life and the next.

Harrison is kind – he tells you that he senses you shouldn’t have done it, gently. Tells you that the only person that can make you forget is yourself, and time. And when he leaves, he tells you not to worry about anything. That he can be a friend, if you need it, but that he doubts you want anything more.

He’s right, and you cry yourself to sleep holding onto Totoro and Appa, hoping weeks ago you would have listened to Jungkook when he’d said not to break up. Hoping to turn back time, cursing the linearity of it. Remembering the punctuate events of you and him, wondering how the distance was enough to undo your timeline.

The sun winks at you when it rises, mocking you as night ends, with no answer for you. The what-ifs shine as brightly as the rays of the morning, all of them piercing through your darkened heart.

You shiver and hide your face in Totoro, hoping one day you’ll be able to evade winter.

Friday, August 18th

                Jungkook’s first thought when he steps into the restaurant is that it’s too loud. Too bright, with happy couples and smiling families sharing a meal as if life’s never ended, three months and ten days ago. He feels like an imposter – he hasn’t smiled since you left, and hasn’t laughed since before that.

He doesn’t know why he agreed to this, when Taehyung suggested it. Maybe because Taehyung and Jimin can be firmly persuasive, when they decide they’ll do something. Though, this time around, they’re not doing anything.

Anything other than having set this blind date with one of Taehyung’s coworkers.

Jungkook decides to find solace in his thoughts. Away from the bustling crowd of the restaurant, into the cool darkness where he’s been evading since he moved to his new apartment. Somewhere where the pain is lesser, where he doesn’t cry all the time.

That’s where she finds him. A shy smile, rosy cheeks as she voices, “Jungkook?”

He meets her gaze, finds her long lashes as she looks up at him innocently. He’s struck – she’s way out of his league. But so were you, and he’s got a whole story to tell about you now. He looks around as if to make sure the girl was speaking to him, as if she didn’t say his name, before he answers, “I assume you’re Emma.”

Another shy smile, and Emma nods her head. “The one and only.”

Jungkook wets his lips, and when the server comes to bring them to a table, he lets his gaze drop to the ground as he follows behind Emma.

He sits in front of her, feeling odd as she blushes and looks through the menu. Her shyness makes him feel awkward, and he doesn’t know what to say.

With you, he always knew what to say.

He shuts his eyes, takes a deep breath and then lets his eyelids flutter open so that he can look through the menu too. He thinks, he just has to make it through the evening. Doesn’t have to see the girl again, even though her shy smiles are cute.

She is cute, but she’s not you. No one will ever compare to you.

He takes a deep breath once more, tries to push you out of his thoughts. For the first time in weeks, it’s not as hard. Maybe because his awkwardness is winning over, making him all too aware of every glance the girl throws his way.

They order, barely exchanging a word, until the girl throws him a lifeline. She asks about his photography, admits Taehyung told her about it, and Jungkook settles in his comfort space as he tells her about it, as he answers her question.

It’s impersonal, almost professional, but at least it keeps the pain at bay for a while. He even thinks he’s enjoying himself – by the time they’re eating and he’s drank half of his beer, he does feel lighter. Like he can finally breathe, like the hand clutching his heart in his chest has loosened.

Or maybe he’s just been getting too good at burrowing his feelings deep inside of him. Still, he barely smiles, barely laughs. And he knows none of his smiles quite reach his eyes, and he knows the girl must have noticed. She doesn’t say anything though, focuses on telling him what she does for work, and then goes on to tell him about what it was like for her growing up.

He zones out, nods when he figures he has to, tries to smile when there’s a lull in the conversation. He’s clearly not good at that – he’s never really gone on dates before. Except with Laura, before you, but even that barely counted as a date. Perhaps because he already knew Laura, and he’s struck thinking that the girl in front of him is a stranger. A stranger, yes, but she’s kind. So when she suggests sharing a bottle of wine, claiming that it’s her favourite and that she’s wanted to drink it in a long time, Jungkook doesn’t have it in him to say no.

Even though they’re already done with eating. She does order dessert, and he watches her eat as he nurses his glass of wine, taking sips from it once in a while.

He hasn’t drunk in a long time, and the effects start to be felt faster than usual. Or maybe the beer he drank before the wine was strong. Either way, his head starts swimming with alcohol before they’re out of the restaurant, and he relishes in the feeling.

Revels in Emma’s suggestion to take a walk to clear their head, along the small river near the restaurant. The evening air is fresh, though clouds hide the stars from view. It smells of rain – there are leftover puddles from earlier today – but it doesn’t seem like the sky will cry again tonight.

A soft breeze plays in Jungkook’s hair. He hasn’t cut it in a while. It used to be a lot longer, but he’s not used to it anymore, so it feels weird whenever strands of his hair pass in front of his eyes. He tries to push them back but to no avail: the strands stubbornly always fall in front of his eyes again, and he ends up giving up after a moment.

Turns out Emma is a gamer. She suggests playing some games together the next time they hang out, and Jungkook doesn’t have it in himself to tell her that they, as a matter of fact, won’t see each other ever again. Not because she isn’t sweet – she’s just not what he wants. And he doesn’t even want the distraction.

He did that once, and it didn’t serve him good. Even if he managed to have you in the end.

“What’s your favourite game?” Emma asks as she stops next to some railing overlooking the water. She leans against it, forearms resting on it as she looks at the water, eyes following the ripples in the river.

“I don’t game as much anymore,” he admits. He shrugs, tries to ignore the way his lungs burn.

Because he used to game with you next to him, and he doesn’t need reminders of you.

“Mine is Valorant,” she says, and she smiles at him as if she expected that to make him happy.

“Oh,” he lets out. He offers her a tight-lipped smile, and feels bad when her face falls a little. So he quickly adds, “I took you more for a Sims girl.”

She fakes offense. “What? Why?”

There’s a twinkle in her eyes, and he’s struck silent as he watches it. She seems to take that as a cue for something else, because she takes a step closer to him, eyes dropping to his mouth.

He thinks he’s frozen on his spot when she tilts her head back, tiptoes, and presses a featherlike kiss on his lips. Eyes wide opened, he watches her, until he figures he should be kissing her back.

So he does, hesitantly, as lead forms in his stomach, making him think that he’s going to be sick. Because she kisses him all wrong. Tastes all wrong too, and suddenly you’re burning in his mind, bright magma that moves in his veins until pain suffocates his lungs.

He takes a step back, and Emma’s eyes shoot open, as if startled. They stare at each other for a time, and then she gulps.

“I’m sorry.”

He doesn’t care for her apology. Doesn’t care about anything other than the fact that he feels disgusted with himself. And for what? It’s not like he owes you anything anymore. As a matter of fact, he should be enjoying this. Should be enjoying that even though he was his most awkward self, he still was able to get the girl to kiss him.

Instead, he burns and he chokes on his saliva as he tries to swallow. He wonders why his vision is blurry, and he furiously blinks his eyes trying to keep Emma in focus.

“I’m so sorry,” she repeats. “Gosh, I read this all wrong. I…” she pauses, shaking her head slightly, and it seems she’s been wearing a mask all evening, because it crumples into nothingness. “I just got out of a long relationship, Tae said you too and I just… Fuck I just assumed we could comfort each other?” When he remains silent, she continues, “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed.”

She’s rambling, and Jungkook just hears his blood pumping in his ears. When he still doesn’t speak, she apologizes once more, and then tells him that she should go.

He doesn’t try to stop her, doesn’t even look as she walks away, head hung low in what he assumes is shame. All he feels is the deep burning sensation, as it settles under his skin. Like a sunburn – he wants to scratch at it, wants to rip it from his skin, but he can’t.

He can’t because you’re gone, and this ache is all that’s left of you. It’s all that’s left, so he clings to it. Tries to keep it close to his heart, where you belong. Picks at the scab, at the wound, until he’s bleeding all over again, breaking out in the city, where anyone can see that he’s lost you.

He doesn’t know how he makes it home. All that he knows is that he’s in the shower, later, head pressed against the tiles as cold water runs on his back. It mingles with the tears streaking down his cheeks, mixes with the saltiness of heartbreak.

It doesn’t cool the sunburn ache, doesn’t ease the pain in his chest. And you’re everywhere then – in the cracks on the wall, he believes he can see you. Believes he can reach out for you, though what he ends up doing is cranking the temperature of the shower up, until it’s not cold anymore.

Though he reckons he barely can feel it anymore.

So he forces his eyes shut, chases memories of you like a dog chases its tail – round in round, in a circle, because he thinks he’ll always circle back to you anyway. He imagines you, in all your glory. Imagines you’ve never left, imagines you’d still run your hands on his back, still dig your nails in his skin.

He doesn’t even know how his hand finds its way to the base of his dick. Doesn’t even know why he’s horny, why the pain makes him crave you more. Why it makes him touch himself, imagining it’s your touch. And with his eyes squeezed shut, you’re everywhere. The goddess of the land of his mind, and he can almost believe you’re still here.

He grunts, perhaps in pain, and picks up the pace on his dick. He remembers words whispered on your skin, your spit on his dick as you’d swallow around the tip. He remembers your tight walls, clutching him, holding him in as you’d ride him like there was no tomorrow.

He remembers a hot tub and the night that followed, remembers breaking and healing with you. Remembers the darkness of the accident, and the light you’d shine on him. The light is gone now, and only darkness remains. It’s not the same – it’s lonelier, somehow. Because he had everything, and now remains nothing. Just the ghost of what once was, and he wishes he could be taken back to the night on the hotel rooftop, wishes you’d never left.

And when he comes, it’s your name that he moans. Like a blessing, though now you’re a curse. A curse to him, and he wishes the pain would go away, wishes it would stay. Wishes it would bring you back, yet knowing he’d push you away. Because he doesn’t think there is pain as great as what you caused him, and then he curses himself for the thought.

That night, he lies awake in sheets cold as winter, weakened by his broken heart as he chases sleep that never comes.

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Q's 31 Days of Halloween Advent Event Masterpost

Hello dears! Back in March, I decided I really wanted to write a Halloween fic this year, and with inspiration from @allcolorsoftherainbow who did an advent challenge for Christmas one year, I decided to do an advent challenge for Halloween this year, as a personal challenge to myself. My friend, my sibling/beta reader, and I all worked together to create a prompt list; I wrote a fic for each prompt, and soon I will be sharing those fics with you!

Each day in October, expect a new fic from me until finally we get to Halloween! Most of the fics are SamBucky, and most - but not all - are oneshots. I've separated them out into themed weeks, just because I thought that would be fun. The themed weeks are: Family, Other Ships, Angst and Smut, and Countdown to Halloween!

All fics will be posted to AO3, and I will edit this post to add the link to each new fic as the challenge goes on. As always, please read the tags, summary, etc. because the ratings and content will vary.

Family Week

Prompt 1: Witch - You Look Bewitching - Rated G; 2,042 words; SamBucky and Sarah Wilson/Original Male Character

Prompt 2: Corn Maze - It's That Obvious - Rated G; 2,284 words; SamBucky

Prompt 3: Best Halloween Candy - The Candy Market - Rated G; 1,671 words; SamBucky

Prompt 4: Creepy Object - The Not Fun Scary - Rated T; 3,383 words; SamBucky

Prompt 5: Making Costumes - Con Crunch - Unrated; Incomplete Multichapter; SamBucky

Prompt 6: A Spell - To Make Love Happen - Rated T, 3,504 words; SamBucky

Prompt 7: Making Decorations - Warmth That Lingers - Rated G; 730 words; SamBucky

Prompt 8: Treats - Revenge Is Sweet, but Maybe You're Sweeter - Rated G; 3,982 words; SamBucky and Sarah Wilson/Original Female Character

Other Ships Week

Prompt 9: Trick-or-Treating - A Daring Knight, a Brave Bard, and a Hapless Prince - Rated T; 1,650 words; Kate/Yelena/Joaquín and SamBucky

Prompt 10: Spiders - Irrational - Rated G; 988 words; Sharon Carter/Joaquín Torres

Prompt 11: Group Costume - Ruby Red - Rated T; Incomplete Multichapter; SamSteve and SamNatasha and SamBucky

Prompt 12: Ghost - To Love Is to Live - Rated T; Incomplete Multichapter; Kate/Yelena/Joaquín

Prompt 13: Haunted House - First Date - Rated T; 1,906 words; Shang-Chi/Joaquín

Prompt 14: Funny Costume - Getting Back at Bucky - Rated T; 1,922 words; Kate/Yelena/Joaquín and minor SamBucky

Angst and Smut Week

Prompt 15: Contacting the Dead - Best Friend's Opinion - Rated T; 4,561 words; SamBucky and ambiguous relationship Sam&/Riley

Prompt 16: Graveyard - In Memoriam - Rated T; 3,130 words; SamBucky

Prompt 17: Cursed Object - Finish the Last Chapter, Start a New Story - Rated T; 1,899 words; SamBucky

Prompt 18: Zombie - Until the End - Rated T; 4,471 words; SamBucky

Prompt 19: Darkness - The Good Part - Rated E; 3,197 words; SamBucky

Prompt 20: Vampire - Stay for Dinner - Rated E; Incomplete Multichapter; SamBucky

Prompt 21: Sexy Costume - May the Sunlight Shine on Me - Rated E; 3,462 words; SamBucky

Countdown to Halloween

Prompt 22: Decorating the House/Yard - Something Special - Rated G; 1,817 words; SamBucky

Prompt 23: Halloween Scavenger Hunt - When They Look Back, Will They Call This Their First Date? - Rated G; 4,379 words; SamBucky

Prompt 24: Fortune Teller - If It's in the Cards... - Rated G; 2,657 words; SamBucky

Prompt 25: Scary Movies - Cuddles and Coziness, Being Together - Rated G; 1,151 words; SamBucky

Prompt 26: Pumpkin Carving - The Avengers' First Annual Pumpkin Carving Contest - Rated G; 1,314 words; SamBucky

Prompt 27: Werewolf - I'd Love You in Any Form - Rated T; 3,544 words; SamBucky

Prompt 28: Fall Festival - Birds and Butterflies - Rated T; 8,554 words; SamBucky

Prompt 29: Pumpkin Patch - Just a Couple of Guys, Going to a Pumpkin Patch - Rated G; 1,658 words; SamBucky

Prompt 30: - Ghost Story - Do You Believe? - Rated T; 2,574 words; SamBucky

Prompt 31: Halloween Party - Say Yes - Rated G; 1,703 words; SamBucky

And, just like that, we're done!! Thank you to everyone who read along, commented, left kudos, and sent me encouragement in any form along the way! It has been a joy to share these fics with all of you, and I'm so happy that we've made it to the end! I will be taking a rest for the first week of November, but expect updates to the multichapter fics in this list throughout November, possibly into December? Idk, we'll get them updated and shared with you dears. Thank you again so much for reading and enjoying this Advent Event of mine! Have a happy and safe and wonderful Halloween!

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I was thinking about the Elucien book and what it would be like, some of the things it could possibly contain. Those thoughts then had me compose a list on things I'd like to see in the next book, and so I thought I'd share it with you all!

Im really hoping the Elucien book is going to:

1. give Elain and Lucien the uplifting, MC spotlight these two have deserved for a LONG time.

2. Really play into the POV for both of the characters and show how misunderstood they have been by the IC and others.

3. Show how SEXY and Cunning Lucien really is, bringing back some of that energy from Book one he had and seeing that banter with Elain.

4. Show that Elain doesn't have to be a sword swinging warrior to be a very cool and powerful female lead.

5. Show us the consequences of a rejected or avoidant mating bond can do through LOA and Helion

6. Once and for all debunk any and all claims that Elain and Lucien have a fake/cauldron/whatever bond and that their bond is no less special than any other character who recieved them. They are one and truly mates.

7. End with Elain and Lucien unequivocally in love with each other. There could never, from this point onward, be any male or female, who could separate them. Leave no doubt in readers mind that these two are eachother's home, and their love can only get stronger. I want them to have a love for the ages kind of ending, where people will refer to them as the kind of mate they would want for themselves.

These were just some of the things I was mulling over and felt like I'd like to see them play out in the Elucien book! What are your thoughts? Do you agree or disagree?

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Bad Writing Advice/"Forcing" Story

Anonymous asked: Do you have any generic advice for forming questions better? Whenever I post a question for writing advice (on reddit, twitter, tumblr, other writing spaces) I often get something like "don't force your story to where you think it should be" I don't get why. If I say something like "I'm changing my main character from a male pirate to a female siren because it fits the plot better - but I don't understand the mythology of sirens. Any tips on where to start?" Often I'll get "advice" like "You shouldn't force your story, let it form naturally..." and usually that's their only advice or something they feel like they have to add before answering the actual question. It's starting to feel snobby. I'm so confused. Am I not supposed to make make decisions/changes if something in my story isn't working? Is that "forcing" or "pushing" it in a way I "shouldn't"? Is making decisions on a story just "force"? This is why I prefer to just come to this blog. Even if I've poorly written my problem, you still somehow manage to find the heart of the question and offer real advice that actually helps. Your answers stay relevant and isn't just copy-paste of something I've seen on the internet a hundred times.

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Every writing group/forum is different, and everyone's experience within them is different, but in my own experience I've found that writing groups/forums tend to be better for advice that isn't story-specific. That's because story-specific advice is tricky. Most people struggle with separating their own preferences or style from the needs of the person asking the question. And when asking a question to a broad group, you're also going to get a lot of people who have nothing helpful to impart but want to be part of the conversation, so they throw out tried-and-true irrelevant gems like "don't force it."

Am I not supposed to make make decisions/changes if something in my story isn't working? Is that "forcing" or "pushing" it in a way I "shouldn't"? Is making decisions on a story just "force"?

As I'm sure you suspect, of course you're supposed to be able to make decisions and changes when something in your story isn't working. And no, that's not forcing it.

Again, I think people are mostly saying that (or things like it) because they have nothing relevant or helpful to say but still want to feel like they're helping. But also, I think some people could just be confused about the actual meaning of "force" vs "natural." They may assume that something you planned is "natural" whereas the change you want to make is "forcing it," but of course the opposite is often true. Sometimes the things we plan make sense before we start writing, but as we start to write and get a feel for the characters, story, or world, we see that what we had planned wouldn't work as well as something else. Using your example, if you had planned to make your MC a male pirate, but as you get into the story it makes more sense for the character to be a female siren, if you made yourself stick to the plan and kept the MC a male pirate--even though the female siren would work better--that would actually be "forcing it." Following your gut instinct that the story works better with a female siren MC is letting it develop naturally.

So, I hope that reassures you! The advice was bad, and groups/forums (with few exceptions) tend to better for advice that isn't story specific. ♥

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200 13th-Century Names

I've made a thing and thought others might be able to get some use out of it. If you just want the d100 tables, scroll down to the cut and skip my rambling as to what this list is. Short version, it's a d100 table of male names and a d100 table of female names, taken from 13th-century English records and trimmed to minimize names that were used within the last 140-odd years.

While working on my Dungeon23 project (updates collected here, by the way), I was looking for names for my NPCs, and stumbled upon the Henry III Fine Rolls as a source. This is a digitization and indexing of records from 13th-century England that include a lot of personal names. It contains references to a database they made that sorts these names by popularity and other factors, but the database apparently hasn't been maintained, because it's gone. For a while, I was just picking names from articles about that database, but I started to worry I was going to run out (due to my tendency to name any corpses of dead adventurers in the dungeon just in case someone likes to cast speak with dead). So I went to their index of names, which is great if you're looking for a specific person, but not useful if you just want a list of personal names, and decided to use their data to make a couple d100 tables for myself.

I went through the index and typed all the names into a spreadsheet. Then, to give the list a more medieval feel, I sorted them by how often they appeared in the Social Security Administration's data on baby names. (I know that's a bit US-centric, but to my knowledge there is no global database to use for this purpose.) Then I removed all the ones that appeared most often on the baby names list -- I figured if you were rolling on a table of medieval names, you'd be a bit disappointed if you got "John" or "Mary". (Incidentally, the following names appear both in the Fine Rolls and on the SSA's list of the top 10 (male and female, so 20 actually) baby names for 2021: Emma, Oliver, James, Ava, William, Isabella, and Henry.) I used the data going back to 1880 for thoroughness.

In the case of male names, this meant I was able to remove all the names that appeared in the SSA records. So the names in that table were (probably) not used at all in the U.S. between 1880 and 2021. (The SSA apparently doesn't keep records on names that appear less than five times in a given year, so it's possible there were a few of these guys around, but not many.) This is because, as you may expect from medieval records, there were more than twice as many male names in the records as female names, so there were more left over after cutting the ones that appeared in the SSA data. So twenty of the female names on the table were also used in the US since 1880, but not often.

I did not make any effort to sort names by etymology, so the list includes French, Welsh, Scandinavian, &c. names, not just names that have an English origin. Multicultural, for "pretty much just one quadrant of Europe" values of "multicultural". I don't think that should break anyone's immersion or anything; medieval people traveled around more than people tend to think.

Speaking of breaking immersion, I also cut the following names off of the list because I thought they might be distracting to your players if you randomly assigned them to an NPC -- or to your audience if you use this to name characters for a writing project. I'm not going to say there's something wrong with these names, just that they're the sort of thing you would want to only deploy on purpose:

From the male names:

Cok

Flourecoc

Hammecok

Marmaduke

Odo

Vivian

From the female names:

Cuntessa

Cuntus

Licorice

Also, to note, I've kept them separated into 100 male names and 100 female names because the source data was pretty firmly entrenched in the gender binary. Obviously you can do what you want with your characters' genders, though, and if you want to completely ignore the division, feel free to combine them into a single list and roll a d20+d10 for a d200 table.

Anyway, without further ado, the tables (or, well, lists numbered 1-100) are below the cut.

d100 Medieval Female Names

Acilia

Albrea

Alcis

Aleys

Alveva

Alvona

Amabilia

Amice

Amphelisa

Angaretta

Annora

Antigonia

Anura

Argia

Arniun

Ascelina

Aude

Avegaya

Avice

Barbata

Basilia

Belasez

Belina

Bertrada

Blitha

Bruncosta

Burgia

Celecestra

Claremunda

Clemencia

Comitessa

Constantina

Cundya

Custantia

Dervorguilla

Desiderata

Duva

Edelina

Egelina

Egidia

Emicina

Ermengard

Ermintrude

Escilia

Esterota

Eustachia

Fluoria

Frethesenta

Genta

Goda

Godelina

Godina

Goditha

Goldcorna

Goldina

Guinda

Gundreda

Gunilda

Gunnora

Hawise

Huwelina

Idonea

Imayne

Imenia

Isolda

Ivetta

Kamilia

Langusa

Laurencia

Lesianda

Letewaria

Liveva

Maciana

Mariota

Maszelina

Meisenta

Melcana

Nesta

Nichith

Olencia

Olenta

Oriolda

Osamunda

Pavia

Pelaga

Petronilla

Phillipa

Quenilda

Sanchia

Sapientia

Sarotha

Scolastica

Sigerida

Sinolda

Slima

Theophania

Wulveva

Wymarca

Ymanea

Yselia

d100 Medieval Male Names

Alard

Albric

Alfwyn

Algrym

Alnothus

Amauvin

Amfrid

Anessans

Arnewic

Arnulph

Ascelin

Asketillus

Astun

Avenel

Azus

Baldekin

Bonefey

Chernon

Costericus

Cradoc

Deodatus

Deulecresse

Deulobene

Eglinus

Ellemus

Elvered

Engelard

Engeram

Ernisius

Ernulf

Everwin

Ferrand

Fraricus

Fulk

Galerand

Gemmion

Gernegan

Godebrich

Godescallus

Gruffydd

Gundwin

Hagin

Halengrattus

Hasculph

Heinfrid

Heltonus

Herlewin

Hermer

Ilger

Imbert

Innorus

Isenbard

Joldwin

Jollan

Jukell

Jurninus

Ketelbert

Lefrich

Lefwin

Manasser

Mauger

Meredudd

Meuric

Mosse

Odard

Odinell

Orm

Ranulf

Ratiken

Reinfrid

Rochulf

Roscelin

Ruellus

Runcinus

Salekin

Samariellus

Savaric

Selvius

Serlo

Terricus

Thoreword

Tollanus

Turgot

Turkill

Ulf

Ulfketell

Urricus

Vivard

Waldethus

Walding

Waleran

Walkelin

Wandregisilius

Wicmannus

Wigan

Wischard

Wurmund

Wybert

Wymarc

Wynan

So yeah. There you go. For your TTRPG or writing project. Knock yourself out, let me know if you do anything cool with this.

[saisaixchan]

Re: the One Piece poll

Guys OP has a s literal army of trans characters, it's actually a plot point, there's literally so fucking many trans and NB and genderfluid people in OP its kind of fucking insane

There's Bon Clay/Bentham from as early as Alabasta in March of 2000, 3 years after the initial publication of OP

Bon's powers let him transform into other people, and he's the only member of a bad guy group with male/female partners who doesn't have a female partner bc he's both the male AND female partner in his rank

He doesn't need one bc he's both

Bon is also consistently one of the best characters who helps Luffy, and who deeply respects the bonds of friendship, and he deeply admires Ivankov (next in the list)

Plus, Bon Clay is only one of two in the villain group to become good guys and befriends the main characters

There's fucking Ivankov, Queen of Kammabakka Kingdom an island full of drag queens and trans people, with his hormone powers that lets him trans all the genders for himself and everyone around him (aka the Newkama in Impel Down- a literal army of trans people who help Luffy break out of prison so he can save his brother)

AND he's the second in command of the Revolutionary Army, a group actively against the World Government that controls the entire globe, and is fighting against it's corrupt politics and ideals, such as allowing slavery for the higher classes, fighting the racism against Fishman it's held up for centuries, and all that stuff

Ivankov is one of the most important characters in the series in regards to the world politics and the fight for freedom against the oppression of the WG, and he works with what are unambiguously the Good Guys in the world, who are headed by Luffy's father

There's Okiku in Wano, who its 100% trans and even gets the horny Sanji treatment

(which is kinda important bc there was some Bad Trans/Queer rep earlier in the series involving Sanji running from drag queens who were harassing him and for a while Sanji was pretty transphobic and it was a whole thing, but Oda seems to have learned or educated himself by this point, so yay)

Plus Okiku is a super strong samurai, fucking powerful girl go off, and everyone treats her as one of the girls and she's the best tbh she deserves the world

She's so sweet and kind and strong af and is just as much a warrior as the rest of her group

Plus there's Yamato

Who, to be very clear, is not CONFIRMED as trans, but has a lot of gender fuckery going on that he belongs on this list imo, come to your own conclusions ig

Yamato is 100% confirmed as the biological daughter of Kaido, which is backed up in several other sources and even a colorspread with only biological women, but everyone in the story itself refers to him as he/him, Including Luffy who calls him by Yama-guy/Yamao

(something Luffy only does for men- he calls Ivankov and other more genderfluid or femme leaning queer folks by -chan)

and Yamato calls himself the Son of Kaido multiple times

Yamato saw someone be so awesome that he wanted to emulate that person and become them-

but as an apparently separate decision, he decided he also wanted to be a man, too! Not just because of Kozuki Oden, but because holy fuck look at that gender, I want that for myself!!!

His identity as Kozuki Oden and his identity as Son of Kaido seem to be separate things, bc Kaido, Kaido's forces, Luffy (our main character who helps us understand how to treat situations), and everyone else around him at least acknowledges that Yamato, is, in fact, the SON of Kaido, and everyone, regardless of which side they're on in the war, respects that and treats it as fact

Meanwhile, absolutely no one treats Yamato like he's actually Kozuki Oden

And there's no sign of Yamato being forced to become a man because Kaido wanted a son- 1), he was called Oni Princess fairly consistently as a child by Kaido's forces, and 2) he only became known as Son of Kaido after Yamato himself decided he wanted to become a man

Yamato has refused everything forced on him by his father, and has run away, hid, and fought back at every moment he could, and his gender and pronouns were the only real decision of his own that have been respected as all his other freedoms were taken from him

(Which doesn't say much about his horrible father- Kaido was guided by an incredibly strong female pirate at a young age, and he has plenty of strong women among his crew. Kaido doesn't care about what gender his kid is, or gender at all)

So yeah while Yamato is not confirmed in the text as trans like many other characters are in much more obvious ways, and several sources confirm that he's biologically female, he still goes by Son and he/him by the other characters and by his own choice, so make of that what you will

Please enjoy this spread of Yamato in the Men's bath (he refused to join the women's bc no mixed bathing), and Okiku in the women's

Anyway yeah op has tons of trans, genderqueer, and genderfluid representation in it, it might not look it but it's been there since basically March of 2000 when Bon Clay was first introduced and it hasn't stopped since

[tenjikyu]

𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘬 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 - 𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘴𝘬𝘪 - 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘐𝘐𝘐

౨ৎ ⋆｡˚ extremely fluffy , male!reader throughout the entire series.

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life in fontaine was quite different to what you had expected, however you surmised that it was due to the fact that you spent most of your days around… interesting… characters.

on one hand, you had some clingy little magician hanging off your arm and treating you as if he was your big brother wherever you went, which only reminded you of a certain redhead back in the day.

on another hand, you had a classy lady who wore a gorgous gold dress and was possibly one of the most glammed up people you’ve ever seen, who insists on dragging you around with her, taking you to all sorts of little shops and cafés. when questioned why she does this, she only smiles, saying how you seemed lonely and needed a friendly face that wasn’t bursting you eardrums with enthusiasm constantly.

having an absent female role throughout your childhood, you slowly began to cling to navia. from the moment you requested the both of you go on a little snack date, she was your official big sister!

with all these eccentric people in your life with seemingly no limit on their social battery, you find yourself overly exhausted almost every evening.

this all changed when a humble and shy diver boy swam into your story.

after about a month of living within the walls of fontaine, you soon come to realise you never formally introduced yourself to lyney’s younger brother, who was absent the first time you ever met the twins.

from what you could recall, freminet was a reserved yet somewhat stoic character. from what lynette had separately told you, he was easily flustered and a bit difficult to talk to. for awhile, you just accepted the fact you might not ever even meet the boy as you had never ACTUALLY seen him out and about.

until the day you decided you’d explore the waters.

like many people in fontaine, you too were curious and mesmerised about the beauty of the sea. the shimmering blue waves blended into the prismatic pinks of the seabed. an assortment of colours could be seen from the top of the ocean and you just had to know what lay beneath the surface.

so, like every normal people would do, you grabbed some overglamified water-gear (NOT diving gear), and hopped straight into the ocean. you were a fairly strong swimmer so you had no issues going under, you weren’t planning on diving deep into water ravines and ocean monuments after all.

looking at all the ocean had to offer you, your eyes glimmered in an almsot spellbound way. the ocean was hypnotic, an almsot angelic tune could be deciphered as you swam further.

going down a little, you see something almost glowing? just beneath the sand. as you go to pick it up, you then realise it wasn’t an object, but a flower. you then recalled what lyney had told you about certain flowers of fontaine.

a little giddy, you go to pick one for yourself before someone else appears in your vision. a boy wearing a diving helmet moves directly upwards from where you were, also in shock in the fact that somebody else was present.

the flower was sitting off the edge of a ravine, and so a body coming flying from the depths of it was quite a sight to behold.

the two of you stare at eachother, before you begin your ascend to the surface, needing to get some air.

you notice the figure swimming up next to you, and decide it’s worth it to learn who this mysterious diver truly is. divers aren’t uncommon in fontaine for obvious reasons, so when you make it on land you didn’t expect the one to take off the helmet to be the youngest brother of the magicians.

“hello, my name is freminet”. he speaks, almost robotically. still a bit startled, you go to speak.

“nice to meet you freminet, my name is (y/n), it’s a pleasure to meet you”.

silence.

“so, um.. do you like the ocean?” the boy asks, a small blush coating his pale cheeks.

“that was the first time i’ve ever touched the waters of fontaine”. you reply rather formally, going back into rich boy mode.

“oh! cool..” he plays with his fingers.

more silence.

you two suck at talking.

from that moment forward (after the very awkward first meeting), freminet was attached to your hip. he followed you around everywhere, and his company didn’t seem to bother you whatsoever. you were one of the first people, who wasn’t one of his siblings, to tolerate his inability to hold a decent conversation, and freminet cherished that part of you,

on the other hand, you liked how freminet didn’t make you feel as though you needed to talk with him constantly to keep the newly formed friendship in tow. the two of you could sit on a bench for hours, barley conversate, however the atmosphere never differed from comfortable.

in a way, you were each others peace.

“hello again (y/n)! are you here to once more whisk my little brother away on a little date?” lyney asks, winking as he spoke. it wasn’t rare you came to collect the boy if you had something to do, and vise versa if freminet wanted some company while he worked.

you only rolled your eyes at the blonde, flicking his forehead (to which he winced slightly) before making yourself at home. by this point your migration to fontaine was close to hitting the 4 month mark, and in that time the trio of the hearth became almost family to you.

that also means waltzing into each others homes unannounced.

i’m not joking by the way, once you came home to lynette stuffing her face with a cake you bought earlier that day with lyney knocked out on your lounge. and you know what you did? ate the rest of the cake with lynette (you twos secret till this day) and markered all over lyneys face before taking a nap yourselves.

anyways, you made yourself at home before asking lynette where freminet was. she smiled to herself knowingly before directing you to the boys bedroom.

as you entered, a truly charming scene before you unfolded itself.

freminet was fast asleep on his bed, pers sitting on his nightstand. freminet had a book cuddled into his chest, his little snores filled the room.

smiling to yourself, you go to collect the book from his grasp, worried the edges might hurt him in his sleep, before something truly taken out of a romance novel happened.

instead, freminet grabbed your sleeve and yanked you down towards him. you always knew he was a clingy sleeper, having shared a DOUBLE BED with him beforehand, however freminet had a SINGLE BED.

in schock, you look at his peaceful face that was still dead asleep, before giggling to yourself.

you successfully take the book from his grasp and put it on the floor. then you look up to the ceiling. the artwork of sea creatures and hanging bubbles from his roof was truly a mesmerising sight, his entire bedroom being themed off the ocean. everything about him drawer you in more and more.

you failed to realise that the ‘more and more’ was now directly next to you, clinging onto your chest. for the 100th time this day, you heart skipped a beat as the diver cuddled himself next to you.

‘fuck it’ you say to yourself, grabbing him gently by the waist and adjusting him so he was on your chest sideways, with you flat on your back with one arm around him.

‘you know, i think i could get used to this’. you think to yourself once more.

you didn’t know at the time, but the tune you assumed to be in your head was actually outside freminet bedroom window, being strung gently by a lyre. the figure of the person could not be seen to those passing by, but if you looked close enough..

you’d notice a jade green bard smiling to himself, an instrument of pure melodies resting upon his fingertips.

[transmasculineswag]

Transmasc Swag Polls- ROUND 2

CANONICITY LEVELS-

LANQUE: CANON Transgender Troll (and one of the few canon examples of Transmasculine Wrongs) HAJIME: Gender Tomfuckery Propaganda and other info under the cut.

MEDIA? Hiveswap Friendsim and Hiveswap Act 2, Danganronpa 2: Goodbye Despair (and other related media)

LANQUE PROPAGANDA-

we need more problematic trans guy in this poll he is such a little bitch but in an enjoyable way hope he has fun in hatched 2 dance :3

[Pollrunner's Note: He is one of three male Jade trolls in the entire Homestuck series, a blood caste that consists almost entirely of female trolls. One that has HEAVY ties to motherhood and the Christian imagery and ideas of feminimity. Lanque is heavily coded as a vampire- literally meant to be an 'emotional vampire' and everything that represents. He grows up in what is essentially an "all girl's school" and is uncomfortably lumped in with Bronya's grouping of "her girls".

It's never stated in text, but you can very explicitly tell that Lanque is trans because we get to see his chest. Only afab trolls have nipples in Homestuck and one of the cis male trolls in the same game has no nipples to speak of in his shirtless sprite sheet.

One of the game over routes in Hiveswap Act 2 ends after he's confronted with being involved in theft. Since it was meant to be a ploy for him to be able to finally run away, he decides to THROW YOUR CHARACTER OFF OF A MOVING TRAIN.

Literally one of the few canon examples on this poll that truly earns the title of Transmasc Wrongs.]

HAJIME PROPAGANDA-

[Pollrunner's Note: There was a LOT more propaganda then I could feasibly put here. These are the highlights]

While his identity issues mostly revolve around his (lack of) talent it’s not hard to imagine them spreading to other aspects of himself, like his gender. Dresses very masculinely, with a tie and button down shirt (which seems to be a bit tight in the chest, almost like the cut doesn’t fit him quite right).

As for the swag part, hajime is the only danganronpa protagonist who’s able to save all of his friends, plus post-game he has literally every talent ever. he’s also got both a male and female love interest and is well liked by all of his classmates.

in the game you get a file for all character's that has their info, one of the things listed are chest measurements (because the creator is a creep). But anyways, his measurements are the same as the girl with the biggest boobs in the game (36 inches), and is you have them side to side, there's not much difference in width. Also he's very skinny. Plus he has no nipples (nobody does but anyways).

At one point in the game they have to separate between girls and guys to sleep in different buildings, but there's 1 room less than it should be on the boy's building and 1 extra room on the girl side and they have to decide which boy has to sleep in the girl building They end up going with Hajime because he doesn't really mind and the girls agree he's probably the best option.

In chapter 1 he's the one most hesitant to go swim at the beach. It's for plot reasons, but he's still one of the only people who's never seen going to swim for the entire game.

[nahoney22]

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[emilykaldwen]

THE MAIDEN AND THE DROWNING BOY is a House of the Dragon canon divergent fix-it trilogy with a HEA. Meshing both show and book canon, the story asks the question: How do you stop the cycles of abuse and generational trauma? In this universe, Aegon marries the youngest daughter of Lyonel Strong, the Lady Abrogail, who has grown up alongside him and his siblings. The story begins with the run up to their marriage in 125 AC, and follows Aegon and Abrogail as they figure out who they are and who they are together in the Riverlands, along with Aemond and Helaena in King's Landing, and to the dawn of the Dance of Dragons. Except the ending of the song is different this time.

pairings: aegon ii targaryen x oc, eventual jacaerys x helaena, other canon ships mentioned, other pairings to be announced warnings: suicidal ideation, sexual shame and purity pushing, canon typical violence, canon typical attitudes, unpacking of previously stated sexual shame/purity for both male and female characters

This is not an anti/pro team black or green fic. I continue to do my best to approach all sides with nuance. There will be no bashing, nor will I accept any in the comments.

[this fic series will have three separate parts and maintains an 'at least once a month' posting schedule (due to life reasons)]

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[hadesoftheladies]

FEMALE MOVIE/TV RECS (PART 8 / COMEDY & ROMCOMS)

got inspired from a recommendation post so decided to make a list of movies and shows with female-centric stories/female protagonists. since i can't post all of the genres in one post, i'll split it into multiple posts and y'all can save or add to the list as you wish. (disclaimer: i have watched most of these, but i only know about the existence of others. not every movie/show on these lists will be my recommendation. my recommendations will be beneath the list with reasons. also some of these are way better than others in terms of storytelling/performance--which is why i'll list my faves separately):

Common Themes/Tropes:

-Quirky girlfailures and losergirls being disastrous (and learning they're still loveable)

-Women causing carnage (sometimes) unintentionally

-Women getting into shenanigans with their friends/sisters

-Features many equally if not more dumbass male antagonists (or sidekicks)

-Financial struggle subplot

-BFFs and sisters > everything else (even the d)

-Lots of sex and money talk usually

-The Struggle of Dating TM

-I Still Feel 12 & Stupid TM

WHAT I'D RECOMMEND:

Abbott Elementary (9/10) (too many amazing female characters!)

Such Brave Girls (8/10) (Derry Girls as adults)

Kajillionaire (7/10) (the protagonist is so weird and loveable, top tier ending)

Isn't It Romantic (6.5/10) (fun and knows exactly what it needs to be)

Fleabag (?/10) (haven't watched but I know it's good)

Kevin Can F**k Himself (9.5/10) (genuinely so so so so good some of the most clever and sincere storytelling I've seen in a while)

Hacks (7.5/10) (the two female leads are hilarious in their own ways and so human!)

NOT LISTED BUT WORTH CHECKING OUT:

What Men Want

Little

Nobody's Fool

Girl's Trip

The Other Woman

Queenie

Legally Blonde

Miss Congeniality

The Devil Wears Prada

Pitch Perfect

PERSONAL NOTES

Playing House is about two friends raising a child together, which is a premise I love. High Desert is a detective comedy (way more comedy than detective, though) with a likeable protagonist who is also addicted to drugs (that isn't the punchline, don't worry).

The Hustle and Queenpins were produced by the same company (and you can tell).

Twenties is one of the few shows that feature a stud lesbian as a central character (and she's beautiful!). Insecure is probably the most famous of black female comedy shows, though.

[velvet-vox]

My Top 10 Favourite Male Villains of all time.

"How arrogant of you to think that any of us are anything but irrelevant". -John Greer, Person of Interest (2011-2016).

There comes a moment in a blog's life where some things are just long overdue, and while the argument could be made that this happened way too early, I'd say that as long as this helps me to find my groove, I am free to experiment as much as I want.

So..... Villains.

Gotta love them. As long as I do not meet them in real life. This post is in particular about male villains since I have one dedicated to their female counterparts in the pipeline so expect that to come soon enough and for this part to be rewritten. By the way, "villain" is a generalisation, I can totally put antivillains, antagonists or more general antiheroes in this list; your definition of "Bad Guy" can vary greatly and so can mine, someone like Walter White from Breaking Bad could have made it in here. My taste is very unusual, so prepare yourself for some unexpected picks.

Also, since these are meant to be some big celebratory posts, for the occasion I'll reveal my Italian heritage and translate every line of dialogue in Italian and publish it separately with a link, so that English readers who are learning Italian can exercise.

Here's also a follow up to this post, the first part of my top 30 favourite female antagonists of all time. Check it out, if you are curious to see more.

The bad girls

But first, some honourable mentions:

Oropo (Wakfu): Once you see the number 2 spot for both this list and the female villains list you might notice that I tend to gravitate towards characters with wasted potential more often than not, but while we're just talking about this guy, I cannot stress enough the amount of unceremonious mishandling that lies within his concepts and execution. Really needed two seasons of 25 episodes each to explore it to their maximum.

Tai Lung (Kung Fu Panda): I love him, but not as much as others, it's a matter of personal preference. He's an amazing antagonist, so even if he is just an honourable mention, I wouldn't call him a lesser villain by any stretch of the imagination; I once felt like he was too sympathetic for his movie's sake, but looking back at it again, he's actually moderately evil for a lot of reasons, even if Shifu is the main one.

Bill Chyper (Gravity Falls): It's been way too long since I watched Gravity Falls, I really can't give you an accurate opinion on this guy anymore.

Flintheart Glomgold (DuckTales 2017): That season 2 episode. If you know what I'm talking about, you KNOW. Also the music for that whole sequence was a banger, really driving home the deranged nature of that twist reveal.

Big Jack Horner (Puss in Boots The Last Wish): I feel like when people praise Jack for being a breath of fresh air in a stale environment, they often forget just how good of a villain he was in his own right without the larger industry wide void of truly devious antagonists that act out of pure malice.

The Wolf (Puss in Boots The Last Wish): Two villain entries from one movie? Of course it was gonna be The Last Wish, what else could it be? Honestly I don't even wanna talk about this guy, you need to experience the movie for yourself.

Rob (The Amazing World of Gumball): Everything I have to say about this guy gets talked about much better by the number 6 Spot on this list, but as it stands Rob was my first villain OTP and the guy who opened the box of Pandora for me on what an antagonist could and should be, since then my perception of villainy only widened and now I enjoy their role in a story in much different way.

And now, with that out of the way, let's finally start with the ranking of my personal favourite male villains of all time.

Major spoilers down below:

Number 10: Silco (Arcane)

This guy is the reason that brought me to specify who or what counted for this list as trying to simplify Silco into one specific group of characters is a challenge that can only end in a misunderstanding of what makes Silco such a complex and fascinating character with an amazing character arc, that ends with him not being redeemed, mind you, but allows the audience to grieve in such a way that would make a side character death jealous.

When writing an antagonistic character, Silco is my goal and high standard, and just for that he deserves all of my respect and endless praise.

Now, admittedly, Silco's arc takes a while to kick in, but it works out to his advantage by the end of it since you don't realise just how much you've grown to care for him until he's dead and you're left with the surprise.

10 out 10, the nation of Zaun would have been much better (worse) with him than with Vander.

Number 9: The Riddler (DC)

The Riddler is literally my ride or die villain, when I'm in the mood for him, he's literally my favourite antagonist ever; when I am not in the mood for him, I completely forget about his existence.

When compared to many other entries on this list, Riddler is definitely more on the pop culture side of antagonism, and when you've been around for almost a century, you tend to have many different versions of the same character written by different writers, so I wanted to highlight here my favourite versions of him:

Arkham Games: He's hilarious. He's not my ideal Riddler, but whenever he comes on screen, his whiny rat's ass voice stimulates my pheromones.

Batman The Animated Series: I've heard somewhere that this version of him is disappointing, and to that I'll say... yeah, but only when he wasn't on screen, because otherwise, he kind of slayed.

Matt Reeves The Batman: This is the version that rekindled my love for him after so long. Out of every interpretation of The Riddler throughout the years, this is the one version that treated Edward more as a character rather than an obstacle for Batman to overcome, and for that I'll be eternally grateful.

LEGO Batman The Videogame: My very first introduction to The Riddler and the Batman universe as a whole, this version has a permanent place in my heart , I love how much information and emotion you can get out of him by just looking at his mannerisms and quirks alone; unironically, being silent helps him reach that quote on quote idealised version of Riddler that I was talking about earlier.

Number 8: The Snatcher (A Hat In Time)

There are many things that can carry on a villain in a story, their evolution, stage presence, complexity, thematic contrast to their counterpart, and so on and so forth. While an antagonist can check off many of these boxes simultaneously (like the one pictured), there's one box that is almost impossible to truly nail perfectly: comedy.

You see, comedy is subjective, and when your main antagonist is also the funniest part of a given story, it becomes hard to also match a sense of gravity and menace that allows them to also be an imposing threat, even harder is to give said antagonist depth and a tragic backstory.

But somehow, out of nowhere, The Snatcher from A Hat In Time manages to simultaneously be the funniest character in his section of the game, carrie said energy throughout the whole experience even down to the DLC, simultaneously strikes the balance between being scary, wholesome, sympathetic and tragic, exude an insane amount of charisma, all while having a deeply disturbing backstory that touches on some heavy themes and re contextualises his actions into something more complicated and out of a broken man, everything I just said + he's the biggest bastard in his videogame and never repents nor does he have his actions called out.

Snatcher really has all the right cards that make a stationary character work and uses them to his maximum potential, and it works because his character arc throughout the game is more about becoming affectionate to Hat Kid than it is about redeeming himself.

Lastly, his voice actor, Luke Sizemore, aka Yungtown, really sells the performance of this devious soul eating worm and burns his catchphrases into your brain for the rest of eternity, much like his boss theme,

Your Contract Has Expired

A song that switches around being scary, epic, energetic and desperate in a short, yet perfectly paced amount of time. You need to listen to it regardless of if you've played the game or not.

Fool.

Number 7: Judge Claude Frollo (Hunchback of Notre Dame)

You can never say no to a classic.

There's nothing that I could say that hasn't already been said by thousands of videos on YouTube, but I'll try anyway: you see, Frollo is the reason why we need a new term to identify certain villains that aren't "sympathetic" but still make you feel some sort of human emotion and a form of "I wish someone could give you the care you need to fix your life", I guess the term empathetic exists, but when do you really see it used?

Now, don't get me wrong, Frollo is absolutely not sympathetic in the slightest, he wants to r##e a Romani woman that's way younger than him, but you can still feel that he's very troubled about it in the Hellfire scene and has definitely a lot of unidentified issues and internalised bigotry that could be worked through, even if it's too late to work through them right now.

In general, I feel like people forget that the main reason why past Disney villains worked had to do more with their human traits juxtaposed to their malice rather than just their plain wickedness, otherwise the Horned King from the Black Cauldron would be top of the Disney villains league and that couldn't be further from the truth.

We should really strive towards writing more villains like Frollo, less omnipotent beings that end up falling flat because they don't have much thematic relevance aside from being a threat (Bill Chyper works because he represents Ego and he's used sparingly) and more average vicious individuals who use their power and influence to get what they want.

All in all, if you've seen The Hunchback of Notre Dame, then you know why this guy is here, but just to cite a couple of repeated points, the Hellfire scene is perfect. It's immaculate. It's unreproducible; there will never be another scene like this coming out of the House of Mouse or animation ever again, the excessive amount of stars and elements that came together to create this gothic classic is so vast that it's literally a miracle.

Frollo is truly the personification of the dark, twisted side of humanity peaking through the door and into your mind, from which he shall never escape as his performance still remains perfect to this very day.

Number 6: The Spot (Spider-man across the Spiderverse)

"You've hit me with a bagel!" It's still the greatest villain origin story of all time. There's truly something maniacal about this reveal, like the entire universe was shattered and reality was shocked at the mere realization that while Miles was having his coming of age moment back in the first film, this guy was having his normal life completely and utterly shattered by a combination of both our heroes stepping up to do the right thing and our doofus lack of foresight and self reflection; all of this stuff is hilarious and completely made up for the film but good god they did such an amazing job tying all the elements together in an unexpected way that makes sense and parallels the journey that our protagonist faced in the first movie.

Like with Rob from The Amazing World of Gumball, and a little bit like number 2 on this list, I just really enjoy the concept of turning background characters who had no relevance whatsoever into the big bad of the story who's been there all along and the heroes (and the audience) just couldn't notice.

With The Spot in particular, there's that sense of satisfaction of turning the wasted potential of a villain who has been underestimated for literal decades and treated as a "villain of the week" (God do I love the meta narrative of this movie) into an actual competent, well written antagonist that is aware of his reputation and strives towards bettering himself and his powers.

He's also the funniest character of his movie too and the voice acting of Jason Schwartzman only accentuates his mannerisms and pettyness.

He also has the coolest usage of portals I have ever seen and his whole "There's a hole inside all of us" metaphor is simultaneously hilarious and very deep personal information that can only be understood if you put yourself into his shoes.

I can't wait for Beyond the Spiderverse to come out and see how his arc resolves, more importantly, I wonder if he's going to rank higher in the future.

Number 5: Lord Shen (Kung Fu Panda)

"Happiness must be taken. And I'll take mine"

.....

What a character.

What a movie.

You cause so much pain and suffering, because you don't understand the people around you, and then those people banish you, and you can't understand why, so you start to believe that they hated you.

They never loved you, so you keep causing pain and suffering but it's not that easy anymore; the guilt starts to resurface, all those bodies keep piling up, but you can't stop because then it would have all been for nothing; so you keep chasing those dreams of grandeur because that's all you have left; the emptiness in your heart can no longer be filled by love, so you try to fill it with something else.

You try to fill it with power. You try to fill it with glory. You try to take everything else for yourself so that you can fill that cup, but it doesn't work, because that cup has no bottom.

And so you're left... with yourself.

And the damage you've done. But now it's different; you've failed. You are left with nothing. Nothing.

And so you outrage, for the last time... And then it all ends. Forever. And you've finally come to accept this, after all....... Who could ever love you?

Number 4: Spamton G Spamton (Deltarune)

You know, in retrospect, it's kind of insane what Toby Fox managed to achieve when creating Spamton.

Not only because Spamton feels like the most insane combination of ideas ever conceived, but also because Toby Fox created such a complex character with such a complicated language and personality and then not only shafted it all aside for the players to go out of their way to interact, but also made all of this in what are officially 2 or 3 cutscenes at most (4 if you consider his shop encounter as one) and only one of them being truly mandatory.

You spend so little time with Spamton, and most of that time is spent fighting him, and yet by the end of it you've become enlightened by the knowledge of him, that after a while... you forget how scary it all was.

All the memes comparing Spamton with Turbo are 100% correct and justified, Spamton truly is Turbo but better; you go through an insane rollercoaster of emotions with this character that you are left absolutely dumbfounded when it all comes to a stop and you go back to play the rest of chapter 2 normally.

His insane mannerisms and mood swings are pretty funny at first, but once you peel back the layers a bit they reveal a pretty realistic and sad portrayal of mental illness, mania and hysteria coupled with an unhealthy amount of social distancing, loneliness, and abandonment issues, that reinforce into your brain the idea of someone lacking proper healthcare and needing to be locked away from society for their (society) own good, simulating the vicious cycle that Spamton lives by: nobody wants to help him but he's still expected to act like a regular individual despite the amount of hardships he's facing and the lack of a support system keeping him from falling back into his bad habits.

I'll admit, I've considered putting Spamton in place of the Number 3 spot on this list; but then I've realised that on an objective level, the next entry totally deserves to be ranked above Spamton; plus, with at least 5 more chapters of Deltarune on our way, whose to say that one of the next gremlins won't be able to dethrone even the number 1 spot?

Drumroll for our top 3:

Nox, the Watchmaker (Wakfu)

There will never be another experience in my life as cathartic as watching the first season of Wakfu for the first time ever again.

On a later rewatch, the initial problems that you've noticed throughout the first half of the season and a little bit in the second half become too apparent to ignore, but the first time everything that goes from the ball tournament to the finale is one of the best paced arcs of television, and everything that happens when the team reaches the Sadida kingdom is just peak Wakfu.

And the king, the culprit, the crown jewel of properly paced stories and arcs is no other than the sad clockwork dilf himself: Noximilliem Coxen the Watchmaker.

Arguably, the greatest sympathetic villain of all time. There has never been another case of a character who has committed such vile, unspeakable crimes, and yet still managed to make me root for them while simultaneously not putting down the heroes.

And let's not be mistaken here, Nox is pretty evil:

Aside from the generic murder, Nox also defiled and stitched together the corpses of multiple victims and turned them into his obedient puppets in order to commit even more murder and genocide in order to achieve his goals.

Also, this is one of the funniest crimes Nox has committed: he abused his dog. It's really not that hilarious nor is it that important in the context of the show, but if you look back at it from an outside perspective then it's really like: Oh yeah. That happened too. Lol.

One of the best parts of his entire arc is his defeat. The "20 minutes" scene deserves a "One Villainous Scene" coverage video to forever immortalise it amongst the greatest. Everything from the music, the subversiveness, the cinematography, the voice acting and just the general art direction of it is worthy of an Eminem award at the Oscars, there's genuinely nothing wrong with this scene, it's truly immaculate.

Words alone cannot do justice to the treacherous, gut wrenching emotional rollercoaster that is experiencing his story for the first time. An hour long video essay would only serve to cover the basics and fundamentals, while for the real deal you need to watch the first season of Wakfu for yourself.

Number 2:

Bradford Buzzard (DuckTales 2017)

And now it's the perfect time to pull out my final wild card, the hole of the sink of my autism, the masterpiece of wasted potential that is Bradford Buzzard from the DuckTales remake of 2017.

When you'll also see the number 2 spot on my villainesses list, you'll come to realise that this spot is more of the "I really wish I could put this at number one but I can't because objectively he doesn't deserve it and the majority of things I love about him in canon were probably an afterthought and in fanon were never plausible to begin with."

And that's how I feel about Bradford Buzzard, an antagonist I spent more time thinking about than probably anybody else on the Earth.

The show runners were so genius for this: we are going to create an original character that will probably struggle to maintain a foot print on the franchise due to the way the Duck verse works, we'll give him an insanely cool backstory and motivation, all coupled with interesting character traits and ideology, we'll make him the ultimate foil to Scrooge McDuck that has been working with him for literal decades, we'll make him the one who has got the closest to isolating Scrooge and destroying his family, and THEN we'll turn him into a generic anime villain that shoots lasers and fumbles his own plan and loses because of insane plot armour and contrivance. Good job writers.

Anyway, I should probably make the case for why this guy ranks so highly in my mind to the point of almost taking the podium for my most liked villain of all time, especially when compared to the stiff competition that we just went through.

Now, part of it is just because this is a personal top 10 and so I can put whoever I want in whatever order I want. But also, with Bradford in particular, there's a personal aspect of relatability, various interests, and passions all coming together to make him stand out in my brain.

The thing is, I've had a pretty strong connection to Disney's Duck's comic books my entire life, even if my love for them came dwindling over time, so when I finally started watching the Reboot and it was amazing, all of that buried passion and love finally re emerged back to the surface, turning me into an annoying super fan. But while season 1 and 2 were great, season 3 actually gave me something to latch on for the rest of time even after the show had ended: the character of Bradford Buzzard.

You see, DuckTales, both in the shows and comics, always had a plethora of villains; from the crazy, megalomaniacal millionaires, to witches, demons, and other mythological creatures, to power hungry aliens, to straight up super-villains. But while all of that is true, there has never been another villain, aside from Magica, Glomgold and Rockerduck at traits, that was built specifically as the anti Scrooge McDuck, and even further, there has never been another antagonist who challenged the very core ideas and concepts of the entire franchise.

Bradford is like the Frank Grimes of DuckTales: just a regular, average, real world guy who's fed up with the nonsensical constant state at which their fictional universe operates and seeks to correct it in the most logical way possible. And while Frank was ultimately a victim of a world in which he couldn't conform, Bradford's outrageous and extreme plans and methods put him on everybody's hit list until he was left all alone, but not before indirectly causing every major disaster throughout the reboot's runtime.

A cold, calculating, machiavellian mastermind whose impact and presence secretly permeates the show, right till the very end.

Shame he wasn't written better.

And now, for the one and only,

Number 1:

Qilby (Wakfu)

Qilby is the biggest example of an anomaly that you could ever observe in a work of fiction. The first time experiencing a story is the most important and impactful moment of that story, as every future rewatch won't be as good as the first. In particular, this is an important aspect of twist villains, as they can only surprise you the first time, since at future rewatches the twist becomes predictable.

Furthermore, if the twist ends up ruining the character that was established up to this point, or it doesn't make any sense, then the story is kind of ruined and it only gets worse on future rewatches, since now you know that everything that you are seeing right now is ultimately worthless and doesn't provide any value.

So why do we love twist villains and keep churning them out? Well, you see, it's a matter of execution. A bad guy introduced in an unconventional manner is much more memorable than one introduced in a straightforward way; the twist can also serve to showcase different aspects of the character before becoming an obvious obstacle, be it quirks, interests, personality in casual settings, or cunning.

Let's not beat around the bush.

If Nox is the single greatest sympathetic villain of all time, then Qilby is by far the greatest twist villain of all time, and the crazy thing is, that he surprises you two times in a row, at first by revealing himself as more evil than you could ever imagine, and then, by outing himself as more complex than you could have ever anticipated.

Let me paint you the picture: you just finished the first season of Wakfu, and you are still pretty fresh of the hype surrounding Nox, so you think to yourself "Oh, now every future antagonist is ruined because nothing could ever top the emotional gut punch that I just went through. Whatever, I'm going to stick around just to see if the story gets worse" and you start the second season.

So far, everything is normal, even better of the first season in terms of engagement value, but you can't help but feel the lack of a Nox like figure inside of the story, but at this point, you just accept it.

Then the final six episodes roll around and OH MY GOD WHAT IS HAPPENING, HAS THE WHOLE SHOW JUST GONE INSANE?

Somehow, in some mystical, french, magical way, the season 2 finale is arguably even better than the ending of season 1 despite the fight having less buildup and introducing a lot of brand new characters and an entirely irrelevant faction into his conflict.

The entirety of the scene in Emrumb is some of the best writing I have ever experienced in any work of fiction, and the music accompanying it only accentuates the repressed dopamine being released after various episodes of filler, all of them important for this moment to be as impactful as it is.

Qilby is also just a great, tragic character, that is simultaneously an unforgivable bastard that tried to kill his family and doomed his entire race for a family trip, and a sad, nihilistic man still trying to reconcile his love for his family and his need for knowledge and discovery; his curse never truly allows him to move on or relate to others but his ego and need for his forgetful brothers attention just pushes him even further into resentment, ending up damaging himself and those around him, until he's finally isolated again by the vary people he harmed and showed his love towards.

He's as good as the evil secret sibling trope can get and I never get tired of watching him on screen. His reveal scene to Adamai still gives me the chills to this very day and demonstrated me just how good the surprise villain concept can get when it's executed correctly.

Just an all around great show.